A Dream

Soft rain
Incessant, gentle,
Patters on fallen oak leaves,
The beat of a young heart
Curious and aware.

Lean ghost,
Silent, gentle,
Emerges from the fallen oak leaves,
The movement of a pure life
Curious and aware.

The deer
Steps onto the path
Steps forward
Steps back into the woods
Eats moss growing
From a fallen oak.

He stops,
Scratches his ear,

Or we do,
My dog and I,
Into the morning light,

Slow, soft, silent as a dream.