Dreaming

I sleep alone, holding your hand

In memories that keep me warm
As a fire’s embers, without form,
On dry brush and needles, softly land

And torch the forest and rage with glee

At the manipulation of tree to smoke
Like the last time that we spoke,
When we let go of us for you and me.

You were the one who wisped away;

Your hand, I lost in the smokiness.
I tried, I tried to feel my way
Through the choking blindness and press
On alone. What can I say?
I shiver now to stay alive, no less.

Las Vegas
Spring 2006