these worlds we unravel
between the sheets of our dreams
are mist on our skin
the peppermint air that we breathe

they taste like tomorrow
somewhere black cannot bleed
and I long to reach into
the worlds we unweave

almost touching infinity
but I can’t cut the strings
almost free from reality
but still the noose clings

these worlds we unravel
with fingers numb from the night
are words from our tale
from the story that we write