MORNING SKY.

The morning sky

was one of those

cold January mornings

with redness

up there

amongst

the off white clouds

and she said

I dreamt of you last night

And you came into my room

and into my warm bed

and even my sister

didn't know

you were there

and you said

I dreamt

of Marilyn Monroe

and entered

into her room

and tried to get

into her bed

but I didn’t want

to disturb her sleep

so just sat

and watched her

like studying some

fine work of art

then I woke up

to a cold morning

and she said

you were better off

in my dream

where we kissed

and cuddled

 but then

my sister woke me

and you disappeared

into the cold morning air

and you said

yes I remember

I dreamt

of being there.