As a way. To divide sorrow,
I dreamt of you last night.
Resting my head. Away from. You’re gravity.
If I told you. Reasons. I stay
Separate. Together. It could
Keep you. Awake. Listening.
To my celestial summons…
Sensing others. Besides. I do not
Play this instrument for anyone.
Nothing rapid. About this stream,
What flows over and toward. You’re emotion.
An invitation too; my lucid state.
In absence of sun. There is no rise.