Inseparable from his vision he gazed awake.
Plentitude was her absence from his existence,
A dream but a dream now lost on the sunlight,
She was his meaning, his torment and his plight.
Through breakfast he reflected on her eyes.
Him through silent blue skies they could take,
And did with demanding effection on his reflection.
As he soared she poured into the distance …
… Never did she shine again on his unconscious,
A dream of love now time-held in darkness.