Birds And Sycamore Trees

I send her the same text message
Every night before I go to sleep.
It is a line from an Armstrong song
Called 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me.'
This morning she said she did.
She sat sketching on the hill where we went,
That sunny day in the park.
I was at first just a shadow standing above her,
Until I offered my hand.
She stood and spoke,
In the language of dreams.
Then we danced on the hill,
'Til she woke from sunbeams.

by Benjamin Feliciano

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