I dreamed

I dreamed

In sweet regard

For the truth of things

Your head upon my shoulder

The fragrance of you

An intoxicating bouquet

A serene moment

Overwhelmed with desire

To share

In the wonder,

Of such sublime clarity

I awoke

To kiss the exposure

Of your neck

Where you lay

In my arms,

Gently draped

Smooth and cool

Softly yielding skin

Beneath my lips

Finely felt

Warm to the touch

A slow pulse

Keeping pace with mine

As in sleep, you laughed

A tumbling throaty giggle

Well remembered

Even now

In the ruthless

Truth of emergence,

From what was

In bitter reality

The finely crafted

Cruel lucidity

Of a dream within a dream,

Into a cheerless world

Where

In blind,

Wholly thankless truth

I am indeed alone

And you

Are more than sadly

Gone.

I am shadowless,

Invisible, floating adrift

Emptied of substance

Less than spirit

Soul free.

Is there a measurable

Quotient of apathy in

Dysphoria

Even when nobody

Else can see

The effort

It takes to remain intact

Pieces still float away,

Microscopically

We become less in

Essence.

Competing thoughts

Even when overlapped

Appear

To have less impact

In continuity

Than the downdraft

Of a hummingbird

On the pollen

Of a Columbine.

I am a mirage

An illusion

Created to provide prove

Of life

When the premise,

A priori,

Was founded

On a belief in my existence,

And the truth of that

Is far from proven.