Curved around my dreaming

I dive deeper.

Cities shimmer, war-torn.

Your image morphs into a candle flame

wavering before me.

Streets curve and reform under strange skies.

Oceans surge and tower, falling.

Lifted by the night’s tsunami,

I awake

with dreams lying tangled in my hair,

the taste

of the moon in my mouth.

Your memory

lies flashing

like animal eyes in the dark

clear

bright

burning.