Not Yet

to have a dream, is to hold,
and to dream once of hearts
so cloth like; velvet is to
write upon those as soil
blossoms up with stark
lift, by resistant seed. only
harped upon those snuggled by
winter's embrace.

it was as here to depart
to lot the footing compressed at
the intersection's opposing sides where
we were not looking one
could suppose, at yet
thyn halusentic sculpture

has not your features but those
of whispers covering all the form