This was not a dream
In overbright silver.
This was not ringing But
Mostly golden The way an ocean
Plunges its voice
You called me.
Subsequent arrival The blooming of
Step and Toward arrive Where
Velvet paws Thunderously
Though red swells Shrinks tightly
Ribs Caging one hope
Perhaps she told you Midnight words
The Process of Ceramic-Making
You were fire.
Frightened lips Well this is a
Floyd song I play sometimes Listen
Wish You Were Here
But don’t you see This is darkly This is
Between crown and heel You scream
Broken with Granite enraptured.
My reasons See
My overbright silver See why I won’t
See why I wake up without