1300
had a
dream
we slept amongst the
pine
the soft moss
damp and sticky in the
morning light
had a
dream
the blue of the sky
turned on
turned bright
when we helped each other
to our feet
stuck together
our arms like dry branches
yet to be cleared
burned for the spring
had a
dream
we were all there
all that was left
all that remained standing
in brown and violet fields
two stark towers
two reliefs
walls of silver
and
when
I woke
I saw nothing
only felt the coolness
of the room
only heard the hum
of the fan
but remembered
the silhouette of our bodies
once in the same position
so I stayed still
I stayed still
