The Arena of Dreams

He waits for me in shadows
Of the fingernail moon,
So I can find him only
By drifting down my salty stream
Into the arena of dreams.

Fellow searchers surround me
On self-made dinghies of hope,
So I do not feel alone
As the waters ripple around me
With happiness for one of us.

Wide cat's eyes pull my mind
Past the onyx nightmares,
So I might snap a picture
To store the shining soulmates
In my box of faithful fancies.

I eagerly develop the film
With a melancholy aura,
So I am surprised and pleased
To discover the human cradle
Of his breath over my ear.

Sandy S. (June 29, 1996, 10:12 P.M.)