Clarity at the Break of Dawn - On the Dark Side of Love

I awake, like half-baked clay,
an amorphous mass blasted
in the furnace of my dreams.

I awake, thoughts stalk me.
The memory of your face
aborts the tears from my eyes.

I awake from meandering
melancholic sickly
honey-scented meadows.
Dream flowers waving,
cascading rivulets of fire.

I awake, perspiring.
Sheets slick like
snow-melt. Your smell
ringing in the aftershocks
of our forgotten mingling.

I awake, dredged from my bed.
Mould on the windowsill.
Dawn ringing in the day.

I awake in decaying
streams of consciousness,
yesterday flowing away.
Your currents mingle,
in our shared tidal range.

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