Dreams and poets

I’ve been dreaming about poets

We’ve been dancing in the moonlight
and drifting aimlessly in boats.

We’ve been doing the grocery
shopping and sleeping in
on work days.

Then I wake and the whispers
we shared are ghosts.

Then I wake and write
the letter in the bottle
and throw it in the sea.

One day we will meet
on the beach
to bury pages from
books in the sand.