An arrow of light pierces my dream
as stars wheel around
the nougat of the milky way.
My dream,
a river and raft
to where souls bask
in love that finds me
wide with gratitude,
splits into halves:
one for my day
and one for my night.
I am the arrow
seeking the bow.
Night draws it taut and
I flare upon release.
It is how we are.