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.