Sleeping with seeing sight, a taste of dreamdust
cocoa-soft at my mouth, twisting my lips to a sound
I've been keeping my mind on all day;
a name leads to a vision,
a vision leads me to build cloudpyres
and set them on fire with the thirstful sinking
of the sun when the dusk encroaches.
In the dreams I dream of trees stretching like starlight
all the way to the atmosphere,
leafing their wide branches across space
green with impossibilities, looking for suns
by which to swallow my sight,
in the same enveloped way that you reach me
with a glance, a dreamlook
stretching soft through my skin like starlight
and staying to settle in my visions.