Remember me

I am spinning dreams again
of the kind of beauty that hurts
too much
too sweet
a world remade
and your small hand in mine
and mine in his

I am spinning dreams again
of the kind of living water that is
too much
too sweet
the world remade
in one shared glass
of Apothic Red

I am spinning dreams again
and it hurts to know
that I dream thirsty
and without bread

but if you remember me
when you are spinning dreams again
and it hurts to know
that you dream alone

then maybe

just maybe

you aren't