Do you hear me when I sleep?
As I hold on to your gentle hand,
While winter’s first dust settles on our heads.

To live in a false dream,
Yet still, I long for the warmth of coffee
between you and our furry friend.

And to die by your side,
such a soft, forgiving way to leave
This earth, so full of quiet ghosts.

I whisper your name beneath my dreaming eyelids,
And my eyes, flickering, seem to glow with the pulse of rem-embering
The day I’ll die a thousand silent needles.

Do you hear me say it, your name, in my dream?
It was always you within the aurora lights,
The one I cling to, between sleep and wake.