U n t i m e

I dreamed my arms were round you
and your heart beat warmed me
as the walls of a sunfull room

then I woke
to find the curtains closed
still

shut out of you
my mind yesterday's newspaper
blown in the wind

lost
but for the hope
that as rain rinses writing
from white paper back
into the black earth
so time will untie me
for I'm too afraid to burn
release this shadow
of missing you