This is their end, and its just begun.

Step XLI
Somnia


The dreams that play
when you can’t wake
are master strokes and machinations.
The words you say
when the light fades
unconsciously captivating.

I held you close
to feel you breathe
the words you wrote
while caught in sleep.

The light
is breaks
and its breaking through.
That night,
it gave
but now its taking from you.

...and all the while, your eyes were closed,
I came to steal the words you wrote.
They dribbled down
out of your mouth,
but made no sound
when falling out.

I picked them up
and put them to
the music that I heard in you