She Rests Upon My Eyelids
She rests upon my eyelids,
Her hair tangled in mine,
She has the shape of my hands,
And the color of my eyes.
She sinks into my shadow
Like a stone into the sky.
Her eyes are always open,
And she never lets me sleep.
Her dreams in broad daylight
Turn the sun to mist,
They make me laugh, cry, laugh again,
And speak with nothing left to say.