Dreams of Life: A Poem by Concetta Pipia

I dreamed of life in the curve of your neck,
where the sun laid its hands like a lover,
and the earth opened beneath us,
drunk on the taste of our silence.

I dreamed of the salt of your skin,
the weight of the ocean in your words,
as you spoke of time and how it folds,
into the softness of the night.

Life is a dream spun from your laughter,
and from the dust of the road we walked,
where the moon whispered its secrets to us,
and we, still, only knew how to listen.

In the dream, the world bends like a blade,
and I search for you in the shadow of its edge,
knowing that life, though fleeting,
will carry us forever between the stars.