When I thought about you last night -

or was it more like a dream
like beads of rain drops
caressing the moon
in a luminous muse;

You walked across the room -

like frail clouds treading
carefully the rasorial path
for awaited on the other end were
season’s chasm of monsoon skies;

You sat beside me holding my gaze -

like ribbons of moiré
over several gnome ambitions
sewed together
in a singular pattern;

Now that you have come -

stay with me and my times
like deserts' desire
of -
their oasis dreams.