It is good

The words are sweet and loving against my mind

I can see the light

The letters are stained the black of night

The paper pale

Your hand streaks black smears across the lines

One by one, they fall on my eyes

The words creating life in the fading world

Reality blurs

Minds scream shrilly in the background

I’m shivering

Things are different here, in your world.

It’s cold

My heart swells against my will

I’m tired

Sunlight warms me briefly, a caress of life

Huddled in your world

Monoliths of stone and steel arching overhead

Gilded, coated, they are your thoughts

Golden, silken, this is your world

I am a visitor

A traveler in your city of light

Silent and bathed in dusk

Words feeding the growth whilst I walk

Come to me, guide me.

Speak to me in the language of this place

This is your world

I am a guest

This is your world

I am a traveler

This is your world

Be my guide

And I’ll lead you to mine