Vision...

Was it perhaps in an imagined frame,
in the bottomless mirror of desire,
or was it divinely and simply in real life
that I saw your watch me sleep the other night?
In my alcove enlarged with loneliness and dread,
quietly, you appeared at my side,
like a gigantic mushroom, dead and alive,
budding in the corners of the night,
damp with silence,
glistering with shadow and with loneliness...