where we go when we sleep

the ghost in my heart whispers rhymes in my veins
till my ears feel the thrumming soft pulse of his name
and the gentle sweet cadence of his missing voice
reminding me always in love to rejoice

the bridge from deep sorrow arcs over a dream
(where he sleeps in the shadows) then 'lights on a green
growing hillside of flowers and dew speckled boughs
yet i walk the path slowly not ready just now

to embrace the warm dawn and the jewel littered lawn
no a little bit longer before i move on
here above the deep canyon i still feel his breath
my heart beats with his stillness, and aches with his death