The light outside
of this dream
begins to dim
a sudden, sullen
deep, dark pain
The truth is born
between snow falling,
soft white petals, and you
The liquid in your heart
washes away with the rain
And I know that this dream
is true, in the moment
where I find my breath and hear
the sound of swarming bees,
inside this dream
I laugh and lose my pace
the wind is letting go,
far above the breeze
as the chariot begins to push
towards the sea
