Poem Shards
Off in the Darkness
 
  Off in the Darkness
   it was me there
   And there were the dancing
      fireflies
    like alkaloid dreams.

  If I were only a shadow,
     like everything I do is nothing of me,
       would I stay silent within the emptiness?
    No cry:  
  "There is no waking from this" 
      no thought and then,
         all at once, 
       I'm back with you

     You are not awake.
     I watch you sleeping.

     The morning light
     fills the room.
       
this poem was a modification of the last poem.