Writing laying down
half in a dream.
Horizontal lines,
pull the blanket up,
hear wind from the open window
and a lullaby -
Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod singing
in their boat a lovely, lilting harmony.
Michael stands at the bow accompanying on his clarinet.
The song done, he disembarks,
climbing through my window.
Lines lift up the blanket.  
He lies next to me.
Sweetly, slowly 
kissing him,
words fall asleep.