Each night I dream
of you and I in fluorescent.
Everywhere all around us
words trip the light fantastic -
swirling in gold and green and yellow,
like the yellow that burns through my head,
an oscillation of solar flares
back and forth
between skin aflame
and frozen just the same.

Erstwhile memories graze past my cheek,
spinning me on my axis
and you, you are standing still.
Glued to the precipice of the future
you go neither ahead nor behind
what dreams may have in store for you.
But I, I unlike my visions
pale in comparison:
I am tethered by a string
endlessly swinging fore and aft,
fore and aft.

Each morning I wake
the world falls back to grey-scale.
Eyes adjust to light
not filtered through the stars,
feet feel the full weight on top of them
and my heart sinks back down from Heaven
to rest again in the cage of my chest.