Beyond

Beyond the sifted ash of your wildest dreams, that’s where these beasts sleep sound. Snarling huffs and tired groans drip from teeth unclenched, as waves keep pace and moons fall in and out of tune. Rolled upon warm swells, steeped in swaying blades, huddled against the cool chill of your breath.

Dead

This is where my words come to die, sneaking out between your sighs and held high above your lowered head. A thousand things to consider, crashed and breaking in the slowest dim, captured by my tired eyes but gone like ghosts get gone when lights hit back, reflecting dawn.

I will bury them with my breath, dropped to sink beneath this subtext.