4:36 am

oh dream
your are
and are not
through closed eyes you do seem
in your writhing am I
caught as I ought to be
through closed eyes
you see naught but me

I step closer
look deeply into those bottomless pools of sky-fed fey
though mine are closed as well
fog and cloud conversing the shroud
mist about our feet

this is how I can tell
that we're dreaming
For if I were now to
wake I would so prematurely
break the spell
For this dream does cast us about
within
without
I am without
for without a doubt I search blindly
as I dream for a moment
of some clout
to bring with me when I wake
for dreams ever fade in the waking
like forgotten gemstones prime for the taking

So wakefullness steal not from me
this vision of her
the loss of this dream
my own forgotten
for within
and without
I am he that longs to long for something more
a kind word
a look
a glance
and perhaps more

but when?
and where shall such remembrance be?
For time moves the where
we will not know
until that someday
somewhere

You and I will meet again
with open eyes