I went fishing for a glimpse
of your face in the lake of dreams.
A star fell in,
rippling all images,
casting me out of sleep.
Your voice trembled
on the lashes of the night.
I went out,
fluttered amid the stars
adorning your dark hair,
sat on your white throne
of silence as your kisses
like fireflies came
consuming me to ember
in the heat of the embrace.
Your breath then breezed
cool and fresh,
melting me softly
and casting me,
a blanket of dew
over the green lips
of the earth.
