An idea

That there was some particulate of
light,
born in our infancy,
raced to this moment
Dodging asteroids
to catch in your hair
exploding red
dying in my eye
that I should wake from sleep
the image again resonant
in my throat
Such that I see you again as I swallow
And wonder: what light brought the dream of you? those images in dreams, do they live without light? would the neuron sparks together be enough to light your way home
or mine
on a dark night?