Dreams Lie Here - Mackenzie Dwyer

Dreams lie here, where memories arch their spines.

And where the sun like your uvula climbs the sky

as dawn yawns, Earth wakes and tastes its breath:

daylight wears dreams as badges on its breast.

And when you close your mouth, still dreams lie.

They reflect and shimmer atop glassy night,

when the moon and I watch with open mouths

how clouds shiver as moments dip south.

Dreams lie from dawn to near-midnight wishes,

strewn from hammocks to satellite dishes.

Yet each must claim its right to one place:

a cause to call home, or cupped in a face?

Gone in sleep or long awake, here’s the truth:

of all shelters dreams choose, mine lie with you.