Coriolis

3 AM interruption of dreams, awaken to admire the hovering moon, framed perfectly in the window square; yellow world of silent night, aglow of Autumn’s nocturnal light, beaming thru the room, streaming thru the dreaming. Invasion of the make believe, I run back to reality, which though, seems to be, no less real. Startled by the departure from the haven of magical creation, where I am you and you are me, and kitty is all three! And beyond the other side of night, you walk softly in the gent...