her eyes
are hollow pools of purple fog.
the Lady lifts me from my bed
and cradles me in her arms
while i become
lost
in those eyes.

her hair
is filled with
dreams
fears
desires.
it covers me like a
shroud
and fills me
as i'm carried off
to another place.

here
the sky is lit by cloudlight.
the sidewalks are cracked
and we stare at our feet
while the dark wind blows.

there are many people here.

our Lady Misery
sleeps in a stream
filled with
flowers.

we watch
as the petals
fall.