I used to close my eyes and see
everything around me.
All the swirling colors dancing in unison.

Now all I hear is the rain.
It's soft beginnings printed
in God's schematic.

I used to close my eyes and dream,
that I could touch you in
the breaking of dawn.

But my sheets are empty,
my hands, translucent.

Now I tilt my head back against
the wall underneath my window;
listening to the whir of traffic
and poet's nonsense below.

And the sidewalks are cold.
They moan with the weight
of humanity's woes.

And the trees whisper.
Their talk is of rapture.
Of budding saplings and
fairy tale lovers.

I close my eyes and dream again.