To the bed in dreams, we try
But we don’t know why the eyes
We’ve been told can’t cry can’t burn.
Dim light shines. Half of the bed
Is lit. Half waits in the dark.
It may be true that this is.
It may be that this is not.
I tend to think both are true,
But you know I don’t trust truth.
Your warmth lends a hint of musk
To the bright side of the bed.
In the shade side lie the eyes.
It’s to the point you can guess
What we were when we were here,
But you can’t be sure you know.
A blue flash falls from black skies,
And bed’s eyes close. We can go.
