In the still of night, between the sheets, she came to
  me again, her mission clear, I must adhere—and let
  the dream begin

My fears and hope she then ignored, and covered both
  with dust, to mask the past and future lies, whose
  weakness I entrust

In the dimming light her wings were spread, as sheet
  and blanket flew, and from her back, a world
  estranged—from what I thought I knew

She burned my eyes and entered deep, to places I
  had banned, and far within what I’d become—she
  let go of my hand

Now looking back, I see the dust, it marks my entry
  clear, and covers up my last denial—and buries
  every fear

The dream to end, my soul to mend, new eyes to open
  wide, but when they close, my spirit knows—the truth
  now sleeps inside

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)