beneath the war upon my head, last night
i found no rest in dreaming.
the heavens pitched their battles on the fields of stars,
the moon a heavy golden disc of discontent.
within those shades of darkness, came to me
all unannounced, a man (his eyes were closed),
though something in me sang out, heralding his name--
the moon collided with a battalion of cloud, and shattered,
like a scattering of stars, as loud as cannon,
as terrible as dawn. he lifted out his hand, but
i watched the rising flood of unchained tide
coming to buoy and carry me down.

i had not meant to fall asleep uncovered,
dreaming on the mountaintop at moonrise.
spread before me, battlefields, names forgotten,
and a woman with starlit hair whose eyes i knew.
helpless to stop it, we saw the moon burst,
sparkles of stardust, gunpowder-bright
and all the streets flooding with tides gone awry.
i reached out to her
struggling to open my eyes
my hand moved through her--
but memory dims, here in the light of day.