as taken as penetrating darkness wrapped in a sweet summer rain
where perfect strangers etch their own roads through a sleepless dream,
as true as all the unmade beds where i'd once lain,
as sharp as an ancient ghost's silent scream
so i come back to life on the breath of a word you might read,
just one word, one dry enough for your eye to ignite
and then rise as you expected, reawakened, in all ways freed,
your beloved immersed in the full moon's holy light