OCTOBER

I walked in the first rain of October
and your name was on my heart
Memory of your hand against my fear was yes, yes
and every sleep begins with you, every step a waking dream
I return to your painting again and again
never content to let you stare out into the empty light
In this dream I try
I try so hard to keep my fingers steady
tracing the beauty without disturbing the sleep
You are my anchor to this world
Keep the chain tight aroung me
Help me escape the intangible
In this dream I catch rain in hands
the volume of your pain
hoping to wash it all away.
Every sleep begins with you,
every step a waking dream.

-kg