We Dream Poem by Tajma Hall

turn of midnight
the light of day
fresh scrubbed and pulling her covers
leaving room for the night
who comes to bed bright and early
so as not to disturb the children
their love both hot and cold
the children are the water
surrounded by nature and dreams
the earth instead of destruction
it holds the water
that make the streams
that streams from rain
a cousin- their cloud brothers
who cover light
and her lover the night
as we fall asleep to the rain