The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...

I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...

Vibrant, real
tangible...

Tonight is a night for secrets and stories
and perhaps...

How many bubbles
does it take to drown...

I hunger
like the moon...

I'm beginning to wonder
if these scars are...

You rose up to
meet me...

In the heavy light of the moon,
curtains lie like silken shadows...

Perhaps
the time I saw you...

It seems
you still creep in...

To be honest, you
left me behind...