the relief

of a dream

set to the tone

of a cloud in front of the moon and

a road with no signs

no left turn which

will lead you home but

a thousand tiny little demons

hiding

in the blue wallpaper pattern

and a song you hear

though the room is silent

yet the plant waves hello to you

but there is no breeze

or even enough light

to see the top of the tree

and if you am awake

you know the door is open

and the oranges are not rotten

and the kiss before leaving

is not forgotten