Your Dreams

by Justine C. Tajonera

I watched you this morning,
your eyelids fluttering
with dreams.
As I swept your hair
from your forehead
I thought about my
great dreams
for you.

I paused as the sunlight
left a dappled palette
on your cheek.

My dreams are
different
from yours.

I can only guess at
what moves you
to frown or smile
as you sleep.

All I know is that
I will never tire
of watching you
grow and reach
beyond me
towards some
unknown future
I will
never see.

For Badger
(June 16, 2010)
Image from Commons.Wikimedia.

When You Woke Up Today

By Justine C. Tajonera

When you woke up today
I wasn't there.
Your eyes were heavy
with dreams,
I couldn't bear
to disturb you.

When you woke up today
you must have felt for me,
stirring slowly,
listening to the birds
outside the window,
wondering where I
was.

When you woke up today,
you must have started moving
towards the stairs,
tentatively calling out
my name.

Maybe you cried,
wondering where I was.
If you were in a good
mood,
maybe you asked yaya
for eggs
and rice.

When you woke up today,
I was thinking of you,
how you looked when
I kissed your cheek.

Take my kiss with you,
dear one,
even in your sleep.

My love is even
and uneventful,
rock-bottom in its
existence,
awake always

even as you sleep.

(Nov. 12, 2009)

Image from: http://ladyfi.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/midnight_dreams.jpg