The snow light bright lays down beneath, looking up at these blues, with your brown eyes so deep and bright. And time, time is but a memory felt within a dream of oneself. And in believing this found therein our reflective sight.

One day you'll look at yourself
And see a stranger staring back
In wonderment and awe no more
You there, reborn, will see yourself upon arrival
Having finally reached at last, the last

There are days when breathing is not a thought.
And others where breathing is all I wish to be.
Present.
Me.

Tampering like a kitten string
   Like a ball of yarn, I am, unwound
And in sinking now
   Into a bath of bygone grace
Of comings, and goings, and beings, and nothings
   As of made last night, late decisions by candles, unsound
Here in my weakness, drying, stretching out
   My tired mind unveiled to you
Go ahead with enjoyment
   My indulgence, go ahead
And have fun with me now