In the night I dream of dormant things

Your love for me

and feathers not yet wings

But without flight

I fall

Oh please!

I try to scream but I cannot

Trembling, I find the knot

and loosen it

with all my wants and needles.

 

I am not a quiltsmith, though

they say you reap that which you sow

My garden is a river's flow

and on its riverbanks just stones

I gave you one

but you said no and it skipped away

 

So here we are

sewn back apart

The brilliant patchwork done by heart

Only once I start to see

There's no "against"

between you

and me

except maybe

when I lean against you

Will there be peace