Sometimes it’s a blurry line

‘Tween sleep and conscious you;

The images of dreamscapes yield

Quite tangibly in view.

So it was she came to me

To work out the goodbye;

For hours in and out of sleep

And woke I flew the sky.

At early age she left the earth

Several months ago;

She the one who’d tethered me

When earth had let me go.

Unplanned and unexpected

Her departure left a hole

No goodbye and no farewell

No longer filled her role.

And so it seemed within a dream

She’d come to bid farewell

And through evolving cosmic scenes

This missing link would quell.

The unfulfilled romantic urge

The undiscovered kiss

The verses of an unsung song

The what-ifs that we’d miss.

In stages her goodbye would play

Through conversation shared

Through drinks and luggage prepped and packed

Our hearts and souls were bared.

In and out of consciousness

The hours had gone by

But every time the sleep returned

We’d rejoin her last goodbye.

Then beneath the ocean’s waves

Like cuttle fish that might,

Backward through the ocean’s silt

She disappeared from sight.