I do not dream
For I have found the waking...

The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...

Words slither from your tongue
and down my throat...

I reach with spider webs for fingers
Connecting souls within my life...

Light glances through the mist-filled trees
Gentle hands weaving heart-strings...

Stay with me, darling
Though night is endless...

The angels found me yesterday
And the wind carried their voices...

Climb from your dark cave
Where cramped corners force...

Let me be a monster.
Then I can trust...

I go bobbing for memories
Their presence haunts me...

The truth here tastes of iron
Death rolls from its tongues...

Don't let me die yet
I have things to do...