Up the narrow stairway
one step at a time
and closer ...
up into night
fresh with the scent
of together ...
to our room of music and mattress,
of lavender dog and broken light
watching us
upside down ...
Our walls know autumns of their own,
cherry boats put out to harbor,
through the window,
into leaves,
full sail to a sky of pale
and budding sprigs of stars
while
somewhere beyond the streetlight
fields grow tall
with the sound of our laughter.
Here in my room
I'll dream us a world
so warm with loving
it will last us a lifetime
or at least
throughout the night.
Copyright Esther Luttrell- 2010
