Counterpoise

In my sleep
You walk by me
In a quick pace
Leaving behind memories
Of a more tender time.
I used to pick your spirits up then;

Make you laugh
Exactly when you needed to.
You were fragile crystal

And I was the neurotic
Flirting with slapstick
Trying to keep us balanced.

In my sleep, now,
We never touch.
I sense your perfume,

Light as your step,
Fade into the darkest river.
With your head tilted down

You walk deep
Into the darkest river
I can dream.


--Boris Victor Stecko