I wait for the night to come
then I wade out into Her
until the doors to the other world split open
spilling their dreams across my eyes

for every 1 in the physical
there are 10,000 in Spirit
and the veil between the two
is only as thick as your breathe

we are too ancient to miss it
too young to sleep

this close to the equator
the moon is a cup
holding my awakening
then she bends down
out of the sky
to kiss my eyelids
spilling her cup of diamonds
all over me

until there is no more me