I looked into a dream
One of lost detail.
Maybe just whispers or phantoms,
When time slows to a blur

What I did see might seem insignificant.
Linen decorated with a library,
some cards and candles
I saw it all through a tunnel
where horizons color thought
it was the eyes that took it all away
the ones I’ve known
for a thousand cycles of the moon.
When destiny becomes a whitewash and lips liquefy resistance,
while fingers sink
beyond the stratum
into the core
of her.
It is here I am found
 Translucent in slumber,
opaque in the waking with morning tears
sketching my pillow
with tomorrows unknown