You are waiting for me to come out
Of my bedroom
I couldn't decide If we should go
It was sunny, though cold
I wanted to go outside too
But I was concerned about yr arthritis
As I watch you fall asleep
We dwelled in the silence that we needed to be
So, we slept and dreamt of warmer days
Reading the poetic assessment of dreams
Not translating the words, but living them out
And found the fantasies too distrubing for other people
However, not for us