So,
In your worlds
Of purest imagination,
Time travels
At your bidding.
So,
In dreamscapes -
She stars in your nightmares,
Yet
She starts in your daydreams.
So
Many strong
Hands; always pushing
Before they can put
Things right.
For
Waking up
Is a kind of daily
Rebirth in time
In a line of your own
Straightening - to be
Tethered always to this:
In
Your little sojourns
Into death we do find
We depart in ways
We cannot return
To.
