Revision: Dreams of Dust

I remember the night of ‘star dust’

Though now more like a vivid dream

After everyone was fast asleep,

But we just couldn’t say good night.

Huddled near for the sake of being closer,

Hands tangled tight like tree roots.

We now talk about things like hair roots

And how one day we’ll be dust.

Speaking words that could stand to be closer,

And huddling near is usually just a dream.

Visiting drives turn day to night,

When tired bones lye to sleep.

To pass the time we sleep

buried under blankets like strange roots

shaking up the soil that is night.

Wondering about flight by pixie dust

so we could leave behind these dreams

and soar to be closer.

When finally you are closer,

we fight this battle of sleep

till days and hours seem dreams,

and forgotten go all our ancestors roots,

they’re swept away as dust

into the waning night.

You rest your head on my chest at night

as if head to heart we are closer

like the TV’s layered coats of dust.

Sometimes we give into sleep

while sheets wrap us like roots

subduing us into sultry dreams.

Sometimes you feel like a dream.

A cruel joke played by the night,

but I awake to see our interlaced roots

as we grow together closer

every time we fall asleep

and slowly over the years turn to dust.

I hope you’re with me for the closer.

When the bright light shuts our eyes to sleep,

And we get to soar through air as dust.