River Dreams Begin Sabbath

My lover awakes, sits up in bed, and begins to stare downriver.  I ask her what she sees?  “A barge, I think.  I see a red, green, and bright light.”  She continues to stare.  It finally comes into view.  We turn off our reading lights.  It is a large one, a petroleum barge, and a big tug.  We begin to invent stories about her and what her crew is doing.  Then we sit silently as she rolls on by.  I turn my light back on.  She leaves hers off lost in the dreams a great river gives you.  I write this.  Fair Haven drifts back into peaceful solitude.  I check on her.  My lover is sound asleep.  Our Sabbath has begun.