Thursday, February 03, 2011

7 a.m.

The sun sets beneath my eyes
they open, it's morning
Waves of the new day wash the sand
of my dream, you, away
and grain by grain
you, my dream,
leave
Breath, held in sleep, releases
My pulse, in rest a frenzied staccato, calms
and grain by grain
I forget that you
were
You, my dream, last night you
were you,
were my reality
and I awake to what isn't
you
Harsh awakeness, a lie
where you
aren't
and the longer my eyes are open,
the more you
weren't
.
.
.