Seven dreams.
One for each day of the week
each a floating sonorous breath
and swimming in the sounds
echoes like a silver lense
sweeping across an argent mirror
a measured fold
across a poreless face
a dream
a breath
when pulses race

it's not so bad its beautiful
like a shroud of day and memories
hazy but concrete
you can feel
the passing and the pain
seven dreams for seven nights
seven breath and
seven sighs

and I am still falling
clinging on the velvet skeins
breathing thought bubbles
breathing in
never forever
never a while
seven dreams tempts a life
yes it's worth all that we have
it's worth the Now