waking in the darkling dawn
where some dream had reminisced
left a scent behind my eyes
that vaguely smelled like otherlife
the light before the rift
the slow melt suns and warm
of unbendable kiss and storms
we danced our oaths in the rain
catching lightning for gifts
our candlelight thunder rides
the ocean and her waves
could not catch the tides beneath us
we paid our tithes and worshiped there
when our stars were secret lovers
kneeling beside the unbelieving
mocked them with handheld heresies
chanting our own religion
in temples of dogs and children
we placed it all on altars
and stuttered in our prayers
now sun\'s fingers peel the blinds
and I am too afraid of light to touch
it disappears
like vapors