So, I dreamt of you;
as an entity, an essence -
something I'd like to remember
(that night in December
with crystal coal frost
the weather too cold
and how you grew so old)
Soon, I'll cry for you;
rusting away, like iron -
waiting to begin forgetting
(we'd end up regretting
the days weren't longer
you falter as quick
as when you held on sick)
So, I ran to you;
in to deafening, to thunder
crawling like the storms dispersing
(it will be reversing
the sounds gone flat
what's knowing you could
without knowing you should?)