Dream Over Dream

Walking by Fontanka, you imagine me dreaming

that you see me dreaming on an evergreen bed,

and so we are together. It’s night where I sleep.

Long past moonset, you rise behind mountains.

You climb them to look at me, fitful in bed.

I wonder at the brightness—only linked stars?

I nearly wake, but sleep ripples over me.

A boat glides up with songs and flags.

Here is Fontanka. Here are the banks.

We duck heads under bridges, and fireworks explode.

I see nothing, love, nothing—infinite, daring,

our eyes, gray-green, the waters in them.