Dreamt Future

Another poem I wrote immediately after waking from a dream. Sometime in late 2005 or early 2006.

Yellow, red
And orange leaves
Fall as if
Raining fire
Gloved hands
Clasp Styrofoam steam
Rising from
Apple cider cups
Our breath
With ferocity
To match
But visibly stronger
Powered by
The strength
Of the hot liquid
That burns tongues
Between lapses
Of passionate kisses
Keeping each other
Warm by
Opening our coats
Holding close
Your body
Pressed against mine.
Your soft, cider covered
Lips pressed
Air-tight
Against my own
Autumn’s sky
Hides behind the
Cloud of night
And no longer
Peeks out
To witness
Our hallows eve.
Tomorrow will
Be even better
Not sure how
But my optimism
Will reign true.
It is written
Among the stars
That glitter
With joy in
Your crystal clear eyes.
As the trees
Whisper their
Sacred advice.
Just listen now.