And soon- death
doses us with dreams
folding them with pale fingers
in our heads-
forget about my eyes
that day by day
spied your nakedness-
-forget about my hands
searching relentlessly upon
your perfect legs to find
the spot that made you laugh-
then with feeling that something’s lost
wander to places we’ve gone
only to find endless emptiness
hanging from heartless trees

if by chance you wake up early
offering your soul to cold breeze
I’ll be there quiet unnoticed
just like the highest hills
have stood without us for centuries
then look through me and
dreams be done
and soon- death
rises from the better worlds
to make us one and one