Hearts are cast in spun gold,
life moves in reversal.
The cup closes in on itself,
impatient for your arms again i rise
to sit and watch your secret sleeping eyes
what dream is this
Climbing the mountain, trying to reach the tower
Confronted by a dragon, endlessly asking me
Above the frozen water meadow winter sunlight flashes
frail birches stand in line, a guard
I hurtle through space
velocity pushing my breathe back
choking on air, falling, eternal
The cup gleams gold in the light
Golden liquid overflowing
Round bowl on a slender stem.