[You] a Poem

When you sleep,

I hold on to the dreaming you,

the anticipation of the reawakening of you,

the beauty of you,

the you when you are grey and closer to the eternal sleep,

your beauty everlasting with the false or true,

scattering kisses on you in great broken cycles-

I  know the beauty of you in my aloneness of consciousness,

the very delight of life with clamorous wings.

-from [Leitmotif]