As I wake  with a worldly dream still inside my head,
I try to store it in the window beside my bed.
Reaching to touch a star and feeling the cold of glass instead,
I realize so close a world
since waking--has long been dead.
I felt loved, it seemed,  then collapsed in pale light, like a dwarf star's sad beams.
I will pray this dream resumes,
I will touch the burning hot autumn moon,
Or reach for Neptune before into sunrise escapes,
I will clutch Arcturus, that burning rock sinking into this starry night lake,
I will blindly reach forever, for something so near yet so far,
To collapse in that dying light, with my companion star.