I'm baffled by her artwork way the painter be my maker may her beauty shades of indigo I feel her pulse on my soul sew a dreamer may I be but now for when I sleep a golden bough I see her there on waking line and when I'm here, her pulse beats mine we live amalgam, mulling full ...albeit ephemeral; the chasms full of cosmic care day calls the light, I hold her there don't come for me, stay resting sun for when I wake, I breathe love none and strangers act we truly be you true reside thus dreams don me