at the other end of my dreams

waits a dream

dressed in sunrise

and the sheen of the moon

yielding my reality to reality

with the illumination

of light bringing light

and then light made brighter

in the necessary of dark

opening infinite pathways

into interverse

and back through 

the outer of galaxies

in parallel strings

of constellations

constructed by moment

stitched to moment

and then the remembered 

to songs remembered

ahead of time

stardust on the back 

of the neck as breath 

like a promise tomorrow 

need not give surrender

to ash that cannot 

find flight again

but with wings outstretched 

claim victory 

in how many times

the light can rise

as more than hope or belief

but knowing that comes

in the dreams that meet me

at the end of my dreams

these are what you are to me

the light and the dream 

and the promise to rise