sleeping now
more vivid than those awake
her essence lingers
like fingers through my hair
and words
silent now
more noise than war
no simple aria
like Mozart on my skin
the song of her sighs
dreaming now
more than cat
resplendent in repose
like harsh silence in my ears
the sculpture is reclined
unknowing now
more light above the cloud
her heart is pure
like newborn other realms
and waits for me
