Exhaustion glazes the surface of every moment,
softens the corner of every thought,
until saturnine darkness enfolds the light at last.

Come, she purrs,
her long black nails hooking the thread of the veil,
drawing it back and back as it melts to milk and the smoke curls wantonly.
Sandalwood and palo santo;
Cinnamon and marigold and pomegranate seeds.

No lighted path behind, here,
nor threat of day,
nor forking ire.
Only dreamward are you lead.
Only dreamward do you desire.