Mist of Another’s Dream



I see you in the mist of another’s dream


dark hair swirling

a cigarette burning ‘tween two fingers

whiskey staining your thin ripped dress

bruised lips whispering scriptures distressed

I reach

but you can’t see from the south side of the mirror

through fear

and black streaked tears

raining down cheeks

tracing hard years

pretending to dance

all while dying

fading blue

on the south side of my reach

chained in the mist of another’s dream


I can see you