Yesterday, I had a dream.
And in that dream...

You once told me how
when you're alone...

I still had so much to say
between our stunted farewells...

you'd paint your sadness
in pastel colours...

Our voices fell silent.
On your side of the world...

With me as a poodle
and you being you...

You told me she died peacefully -
With her lips slightly stretched...

Your songs, its melodies lining like silk
the darkness between rays upon rays of starlight...

You know,
you've made me...

How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...

Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...

I still wish and whisper, hope and plea
(with every shooting star I pretend to see...