Dreams do not go away
they stay in the dark corners and hide
bide a wee
then come back to see
what we do.

You who have slept and been kept in some luxury
don't even know when you see
dreams unfold.

Nothing is as cold as a fire that won't burn
or the heart that won't turn
nor yearn for a love.

When push comes to shove
I stand to one side
and in dreams I shall bide a wee
See what there is to see
and
though I have cried at injustice
this is justice for me
Lonely
Lonely as can be
Deeper than the ocean
tears saltier than the sea.

She will not come back even
if I attack the grave
I cannot in no way save her
or even save myself.
Selfishly I try
but as time goes on
goes by
The tears dry
I heal
feel
steeliness.
Less of me is what I need
let me seed
this Eden.