Reflection of reflection-
How sure I speak in these dreams.
Ghosts grasp the in-betweens,
Force me in the wrong direction.
Air burned away as you spoke,
It burned into my chest.
I finger the scars; ingest
Fragmented hope, warmth cloaked.
I walk down by the bed, waters sleep.
Your face ripples there, then dies.
Are you from water or sky?
Reflected from high, returning from the deep?
Sleepless eyes strip the earth.
Did you leave your bones for me to find?
A last goodbye, a bitter wine.
Did I invent your death, your life, your birth?
Ancient songs rumble low, turn the sea.
Guttural truths, in wind, advance.
Victims of our circumstance.
Exposed; you never wrapped your strength on me.