Daily Oration

Good night each day,
between the four corners of my bed,
each for you;
each tear confused with the morning dew, nights
of terrors, and mornings wet drop by drop
and even more, with each honest smile-
those are definitely for you
for your wrinkles marked on my forehead,
between badly learned songs, begging
for you to come back, and harmonize with me,
but I know you are here, between each theater seat, each suitcase,
the music of your voice, supplicating me to save energy,
turning off lights and kindling my ideas,
creased hands, soft
with the tenuous smell of your clothes,
hidden between who I am, between each
piffle, each doubt and all my faith;
guardian angels- that's why you taught me to pray,
to assure that today
I could talk to you,
between the dusk of a stage and this dream,
each morning, between the sheets
of this imagined bunkbed.