First Light

Touched by the night I lay silent
the single thought through my head had no words
I watched as the headlights arced across the bedroom wall                                          they shift opposite to their movement.
I drift across lakes and prairies  all dawn filled

I slip in through a crack in the wall
I become the dream, I dance in and out of someones thoughts
I lead them to edges and leave them wondering what was below
or above                  or just beside them                            I leave them one breath away from something.
Then under the door I slip out into the dawn again dancing in the new light.

Later with coffee