DREAMS

By CHRIS WINTER

Soft as a shadow
like dew on a feather,
You enter my dreams,
Staying there forever

If my arms can’t hold you
I’ll talk to your soul,
It takes away the loneliness
A makes us feel whole

If your skin I cannot touch,
I’ll still touch your heart.
Even with these concrete walls
Keeping us apart.

When the stars are shining bright
And the pale moonlight screams,
Even with the distance between us,
You’ll still be in my dreams. | CW

CHRIS WINTER WRITES FROM OREGON STATE PENITENTIARY.