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