She watches me
In the dreamtime...

As I gazed upon the
Garden's desolation...

(inspired by a closed universe)
A canticle of stars, then...

I am nothing but a vessel
Upon the sea of your arousal...

I am naught but
a soul with amnesia...

A thousand portals,
A thousand gates...

Wash winter waves,
Bathe my aged aching flesh...

Softly,
so the winds but...

She is a sliver of pale
in the shadows and sheets...

Time to heal,
Time to roam...

Nightmares haunt her lines,
Nestle in her colour...

I blink too late
for my salvation...