when you were the witness to our lifetime

in my dream

you stood facing a pillar

of stone that men of

the past had gazed upon

before

time etched strips

in its grooves

thousands of times

in their empty eyes

you took a breath

of that air

sharp and longing

just as it once was

mist surrounded our

heads and brought us past

the end where we know

when it all

began

and

you stood in that spot

where men of

the past had stood

before

the soil breathing

life and

consuming our sleep

for days on

end