The burning question behind lidded lashes
A blue blaze of truth I’m compelled to seek, feeding knowledge and fear:
Do you see me when you close your eyes?
Does the touch on your hand
Whisper the breeze of my name?
Lightly and soft
Sinking under the chill on your skin?
In violet nights of seaglass moon
Unbind me where the waves can drown sound
Hold me in breath
Taste me in salt
Then slowly tuck away
The dream