I opened my eyes and the dark impression

I opened my eyes and the dark impression
of purple veils moved. I could smell the bath
enter the room, the warm skin underneath
her hair. I wondered which illumined version

of the song was playing, if my delusion
had altered reality. Her simple breath
articulated words and became a path
up the tall mountain. In my dream, a vision

of the yellow light had split the willow's
hanging branches. She's broader than seas
and innumerable like stars, even the low

and tired clouds sing her. They are the sofas
of the heaven's light, the beautiful glow
of her wet skin beaming from the canvas.