Dream

Dream rock throwing at a stoic moon

screaming to wake the dead

Why would you? How could you?

spume-faced liar set the scene

glistened off the water kissing our frozen toes

lit the black night and the shadows of his face

to turn his eyes silver and gold and 

his pale hands blue

tentative, reaching for mine

turn his words to fire and his lips to silk

Because I'm the only one here now

and alone the splashing rocks let me know

I'm nowhere near making my incriminations

reach his fascinating space. but ill keep crying and pitching

until I've made a point.