Pale Dreams

Are you listening to this?

Do you hear my quiet voice,

protruding softly through the darkness?

The pale amber light she shines forth

is but a light fog within my mind.

I do not get to rest,

there is no retreat,
no peaceful slumber or exile

within this beauty that is your night.

And yet I call upon you,

for your name has been drawn,

your number now cast.

This is my dream now,

yours ending at last.