The mountains weep in dissolution
as with dirt they attempt to fill the sea.
Fire flies wink on one by one.
Drifting from the open door of night
comes the lassitude of your lullaby.
And as the sun tongues a last
to mist my eyes;
I can feel you real from the inside
dreaming out into the bloom of ever
the stone of the mountains
disappears into purple haze
And you become the lone star
on my horizon.