Email Dreams...

Some nights I do email all night long.

Long after I have gone to sleep,

and begun to dream.

Last night was that night,

with each email more complex than the last

each problem more pressing, until

it was no longer a dream, but knocking

on Nightmare, but then..

I saw an email from you, which

always makes me feel that little excited, that

little bit of happy I feel when I see one from you, wondering,

what you have to tell me.

It was a poem.

Wise, wonderful and precise,

Every word, every phrase, every stanza.

I read it over and over, because it made such perfect sense,

and was everything I needed to hear.

Like a song you want to play over. And over.

I loved you for writing me that.

And I slept. WIth out dreams. Without email.

The only problem is, now I am awake,

I can't remember.

Not a word of it.

Can you just tell me, one more time…

what you wrote?