A Poem A Day, Poem #38

there are pictures i hide, movies that slide like secret
lights when i lie in bed, waiting to sleep, swimming in
and out of the shine of some memory, some mouthful
of kiss, a word spoken but not heard because voices
--beautiful vibrations of throat waters--are the first to fade
into the distance of years, and yesterday you were telling
me things about tomorrows and forever, and today you are
a quiet movement in my mind, a spot of silent light fading
into a different dream where voices matter half as much as
their mumbled meaning