The Chase
In dreams you slide into view,
tip your hat, wink and soft shoe into
the night’s blanket of deep blue.
I trail after you for thousands of miles
over continents and deep green seas,
my soul locked within your sly smile.
Hitching a ride on a bobbing red balloon,
it carries me weaving in the wake of comets,
I slip dreamily past the laughing yellow moon.
Chasing you down the Milky Way,
I tangle in the myriad dust of stars, only
to lose you to the rude wakefulness of day.
© Judith A. Lawrence