I dreamt I had a fire, illuminating all. it fed on my desire and as a blazing ball it rose into an empty sky and turned black into blue and burned away my chain so I could turn away from you
I dreamt we had a fire, well-kept throughout the night, and we and our desire were sleeping by its side. but in the morning it would rise, magnificent and bright, so you and I and our disguise dissolved into its light
No water could quench, no waves could devour what never was real and never was ours. and when I awoke, afraid alone, the fire was out. a garden had grown