In our Dreams

The rambunctiousness of life

decreased when i lost my wife.

What this rambunctiousness was

sounded like a warming buzz.

The chill that tickled my spine

i had loved when she was mine.

A mixture of warmth and chill

can sometimes mellow me still.

Dreams, another dimension,

have come to my attention.

Is this another when or where

in an eternity we share?

I’ve often dreamed a whole lot.

Is Louise dreaming, or not?

Walt Abbott–2-24-2011