i would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen,
i would like to watch you,
sleeping,
i would like to sleep,
with you,
to enter,
your sleep as its smooth dark wave,
slides over my head,
and walk with you through that lucent,
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves,
with its watery sun and three moons,
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear,
i would like to give you the silver,
branch,
the small white flower,
the one,
word that will protect you,
from the grief at the center,
of your dream,
from the grief,
at the center,
i would like to follow,
you up the long stairway,
again and become,
the boat that would row you back,
carefully,
a flame,
in two cupped hands,
to where your body lies,
beside me,
and you enter,
it as easily as breathing in,
i would like to be the air,
that inhabits you for a moment, only,
i would like to be that unnoticed,
and that necessary