Chiffon Poem by Susan Lacovara

That you might dream of me
Tightrope tiptoeing through fields of green
Just a hint of a smile
Like the way sunlight is caught on the receding tide
Sparkling, then disappearing into the waves

That you should think of me
Soft, as pale yellow summer chiffon
Lifted by gentle breeze
With lips that speak in meringue sentences
Peaks of lilting laughter

That you should reach for me
With whispered tempting touches
Embracing the drift of childlike wonder
That runs like waterfall from my eyes

That you should wish for me
Palms full of shooting stars,
Felled, and fancied, strung into a silver locket
Worn upon my beating chest
Never to tarnish

That you should care for me
In quiet hours of stolen slumber
Watchful that my cares are comforted, cradled
As if, assigned, my shepherd...
Sleep comes with fairy dust delight

That you should love me
Heart melting, an ice sculpture in the sun
Evermore and exact
A promise of pure poetic purpose
Of staying 'til sunrise greets sunset
Satisfied in the sweet chiffon