Restlessness haunts my soul.
diaphanous hours
breathe slowly
despite the prowling cat
padding around inside my chest.

One word, one promise
of far, far away
something to color my days and nights
something new to change
the taste on my tongue
another vision-

but for now,
painted stars
on my hands and feet
will suffice
to constantly remind me
of endlessness
and possibilities.

I close my eyes
vain attempts to will anything
I set my mind to-
but all I end up doing is falling into sleep
dreaming of dreams
from another dream
maybe from another's dream
another awakening
forgetting I was alone
in a sea of faces

alone to collect
pretty words
and maybe dream dreams with you
until you come true.