i believe in subtle skies where you and i might meet
dreams serene that lie between the rift of open eyes
i have seen you as you are and as you may have been
whispering in silent hues refracting through dawn’s dew
waxing spools of unspent words where truth inspires the wind
freely falling as the finest motes on placid seas
hidden realms of quietus and calming songs of trust
long forgotten degustaions painting life as love
memories once fleeing from our muddled minds transmute
so will sunken soil bear secrets deep as stars in view
wonders yet unknown of verity as vast as home
one day will awaken with the ancient prayers of yore
every layer of mystery once more will breathe the sun
until this time i find the faces fond as once i held
traced in patterns strewn about in scattered lines perceived
inside of worlds familiar depicted in my sleep
Max, or Not 