That They Share Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Finally filled up with all of the
Beautiful sounds of the winds,
Angels rest beneath the Christmas trees,
Knuckles entwined like
Amber hearts:
They are waiting there as presents
For the children of newly wedded gods:
They float above the carpets
Where the dogs and kittens sleep—
Levitating in their own special notes
While banshees no one hears about
Remember other dreams
From the hallucinations of the kitchens
That they share