In dreams, your silence is just the time it takes to get all your thoughts on paper.
I see you in dreams hunched over a thick pad of paper writing. You're writing me a very long letter in dreams. We silently pass notes to each other through a friendly interlocutor in dreams while the prelude of Wagner's Parsifal plays. We smile softly in dreams. You look to me for quiet complicity in dreams. There are no walls in dreams, there's no touch either, but there is tenderness. In dreams is my sometimes silent softness, the kind I sometimes showed you and sometimes wish I'd shown you more. The kind you show me in dreams.
Your silence is the longest letter in dreams.