there is the warm sun
and there is you lying, soft, with in it
there is the luxurious light
and there is you bathed golden in it
and there is you and everything as it should be
a perfect balance of life’s loving laughter
in a never ending Elysium

then the world slips,
just a little,
such an imperceptible jolt.
like falling yourself awake;
almost, you did not notice
but everything is different now
a slightly broken wholeness pervades.

pretend it never happened
as though nothing changed
and try to feel/grasp the warmth
like a lover lost just out of reach
but the voice behind the voice behind the voice
that sings mournful quiet behind your eyes
tells you that your world has broken
that loss has lighted and come to rest nearby
and you are locked behind glass
watching the good that was slide away
while you get colder in the deepening shadow
and you get colder in the deepening shadow