Nothing stemmed to neverness
as young sunlight spilt through,
Forms fell in before my mind,
I recognized my bedroom.
But these left over morsels of memory,
this misplaced deja vu,
scattered like a shattered mirror,
piercingly tangible but untrue.

So with feet firmly planted
and net swung wide
I combed the sandy seas
of my somnambulant mind.
And the puzzle that these
rocks and pearls would create,
Was a perfectly traced yet granulated
portrait of your face.

Crawling amongst these wingless dreams
trying to pull tight the stitches of sleep.
I just keep falling through the fabric
of these frayed reveries
into a realm of another self,
a you I wish I could believe.
And a life, long ago put to sleep,
is aroused to once again play out
Only in the folds of my dreams.

These cardboard dialogues
propped up behind my eyes,
I try to cut them up but
deep down they're what I desire.
Because just as I know
your smile's my own design
there's nothing else I require.

Hold tight, its all just
A betrayal by my eyes,
Falling through where feet
Have trodden a thousand times.

Because I am smart enough to know
I'm a memory you burnt a long time ago
but yours is more stubborn
as the embers perpetually glow.