I did not sleep for hours
incumbent with green dream impregnations
an unhinging of notes at a lucid scape crossing
into golden expectations daylight sense held away

I am certain I called
offered you runes and my heart
cells and stars
rebirths and transfigurations

Even if seastrewn all these years
I will be more of me
than would ever exist lacking you
driftwood landing on home shores
phoenixed by your flames