Heavy sleeping sighs
I breathe through words
they evaporate from my lungs
like breath in the winter
crystalizing
into absolutes.
They do not
hesitate-anticipate
like I do.

I watch a bead
climb up a string
to sleep
and follow it as it goes
into dreams
into different worlds
that stand side by side
like lovers holding hands
and truth exists in the spaces
their fingers cannot reach
the space that is not covered
the part that is silent
secret
sacred.