Unfinished

We are . . .
Shadows in a black room
Half-heard echoes of an unremembered song
Dreamers in our dream
Dancers on the moon's dark side
The disapearing image in opposing mirrors.

A forgotten year remembered in a passing car.
A fancy that I know who you are.
Tears that burn like memories,
And fade as fast.
Fears.
Sparks and embers,
Glowing, Gone.
Did we once belong?

What's next?
A plane crash or car wreck?
Harps or bells?
Where am I?
What happens when we die?

I'm eating a peach.
I'm eating wild strawberries.
I'm eating milk and honey.
I'm e—

We wake up in the middle.
Every dream's unfinished.