You loom in the avenues of a dream where I anticipate
somnolent under reputable bells, waiting for light from a revived shadow.
I think nothing consciously but my legs shatter and cripple
until I am forced to ask you to pick me up and move again,
somehow you remain, distant and singed,
a silent photograph trying to wave in stillness.
I die inside as I watch you disappear from the opening
and fade back into what you were- an illusive sun- too staggering.
