peace available

in sleep's moments your hands
find mine the vision is of rooms
with windows in time and curries
smoking the touch breaks open
matter as memory days as shell's
rippled surfaces this page
reloaded your breath on my face
we walk into another room
the window open the young girl
among the flowers sun still
friendly the motes poignant as
we lay comfortable on this shore
your dream my dream our daughter
now in a house of her own