She dreams in color.
She dreams in red?
The only dreams I seem to have
are ones where I have cried and bled

But those dreams are not dreams at all
It seems
They are the very air I breathe
The very life I live
in the messy words I scrawl

My dreams are the fulfilled
I dream in red
I dream in blue
Yellow
Peach
Pink
Green

I dream in new

And those dreams where warmth is internal
Where the sun shines in every crevice
Where smiles exist and
Where I am no loner nocturnal

Those are the dreams
Ah yes
those are the ones

What marvelous beauty
To that I was so unaware
Came to front and newly
presented an Utopian swear

In the time that my moon allowed
In the time that my mind allowed
my moon to exist
I was incandescently warm

And for months I marveled
Well aware of the fabricated luminosity
That this dear moon shone
But still - I basked in the light

That was granted
And how simple it was
So adjust a pair of gloves
to shield integument from brilliant cadence that was ever so enchanted

And now that the short lived inspiration
At the sound of a syllable has vanished
All my hopeful admiration
has seemingly been banished

And to my honest surprise
A breath of relief
Instead of one of demise
Has looked to proceed

I can feel the groans rattle through my hollow stomach
I can hear the even breaths being expelled through my nose
I can feel the heaviness of my eyelids
Pulling
I can feel my tongue run over my cracked lips
And I can hear my thought sighing in the distance
But my mind cannot
Find my heart
And I don't know if it's
still
beating