Was that you in my dream this morning

Looking at me with adoring eyes – 

Offering to repair my worn sandals?

Ashamed to admit my abuse – 

Neglecting to apply that oily balm.

Among those gathered around the fire, 

You reached out and took one to mend.

Such a gentle loving smile;

Makes me warm remembering.

He had a dream that I slept with another

Man with a beard – a scraggly beard.

I lay there thinking, what could that mean?

He was off cooking eggs as I called to the kitchen,

IT WAS ONLY THEO.

Oh, He said, its okay then.

You seem like the telephone repairman

Who pulled up beside me as I was walking.

This same gentleness puts me at ease,

Thawing my body – 

Not expecting a thing from me

As if I am perfect dressed in my flaws.