of dreams once sewn
sartorial, seams meaningless.
one place, to go
in warmth of downy memory
cold lies, now gathered at our feet.
in shoulders bared, behind, windswept
the tracks of lonely tears, once shed
we hear the distant thunder lace
among the corridors of salt and pepper clouds.
In calling, chase
veiled the passage promise, waits
Alone, we greet
amidst a thinning loom
ghosts pale, as dream takes leave.
In endless fall, of eyes
conceived our very mystery.