Birds And Sycamore Trees Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I send her the same text message
Every night before I go to sleep.
It is a line from an Armstrong song
Called 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me.'
This morning she said she did.
She sat sketching on the hill where we went,
That sunny day in the park.
I was at first just a shadow standing above her,
Until I offered my hand.
She stood and spoke,
In the language of dreams.
Then we danced on the hill,
'Til she woke from sunbeams.