The scripture pillow – an illusion.

Breathe in, breathe out, my only eyes.

We did it, almost in a fusion;

Tomorrow is another dice.


They said i was afraid.

And so it seemed.

And what i gained was less,

yet stillness in my dreams.


I should have known that honesty’s a friend.

If not a day, at least a week,

the rivers flow, the paper bent,

each silence as we speak.