When I woke from love
the dream was ruptured again.
Cold morning ash of memory
snowed, fragments of yesterday.
Life spilled in and filled the moments between us.
Our fingers slipped like pale sunlight through glass.
One fading breath against a window
longed for another to obscure it.
Lost and afraid, lying in blue sheets,
dragged into blue rooms by the heart.
We stay between the shuttered spaces of light
waiting to be found and looked upon.
Nothing lasts forever, but one more night is all we ask
where we may run between the sunlit trees
before the morning’s waves wash us awake
back into the unforgiving arms of sleep.
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