THE AFTERMATH OF DREAMS

ALL THE STARS REDUCED TO DUST AND IN THE DARKNESS, US WRAPPED INTO THE FABRIC MAD WITH GLADNESS TO STILL TRUST A SINGLE SOUL ATLEAST BENEATH THE SHEETS WHERE SPIRITS TIE BOUND IN ROUNDS OF POUNDING OUT THE LIFE WITHIN OUR EYES BECOMING NUMB TO EVERYTHING THAT EVER STOOD BETWEEN THE RAPTURE OF OUR LAUGHTER AND THE AFTERMATH OF DREAMS