If She Ever Dreams Of Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Every day I say nothing, and at night I nocturne
As soft as the lingerie of negligent sparrows: I go nowhere
While my sisters grow up,
And it is beautiful if only because I have so often been under the glowing
Lip of mountains;
And I have seen wolves and bears:
I have had a gun pushed to the back of my head, and I have slept
For three nights in the castle perilous;
And most of my muses know who I am, even if I have only kissed one
Of them;
And she knows who she is; and Sharon lives in Colorado, which
Isn’t bad;
And she knows all about the perfumes of spirits, and her daughter is
Beautiful: Her husband has the highest score in pinball,
And how he ever won her I don’t know,
But it is a beautiful dream they are having, asleep in their house
And up in the mountains deep in snow;
And if she ever dreams of me, I should never know.