Love,
Dreamed of it again last night
Like witnessing a death
And there
Between the clouds
And the earth
Like hot fire
Escapes possession
Into the clouds
Who do not know
Whether to move
Or remain still
To go up
Or down
There is only the wind
To direct them – and we know
how headstrong he can be

Dared to hold onto
What felt like you
That waking to this reality
Was found late for work
Struggling with direction
Tormented by a dream
That is nothing more
Than the desire to be
More.