I drift into the breadth of my dream, a misty world of fading remembrance, like fog on the shore of Lethe that continually consumes one’s reflection, while memory filled tears of you dry upon the salt-crusted perimeter of time, garnishing my eyes with crowns of roses.
Surrendering to the rooster’s crow, I hear my heart pulsing with the salts of sorrow, for it seeks the light of understanding that echoes upon the ashes of my grief; smiling, you push me adrift, to flicker before the winds of fate with the flame of endearment.