Mud

Inspired by Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl.

I'm yelling in my sleep
And there's mud splashed on my hands;
And dreaming here is endless
And wake is happenstance,

So I guess that all our trinkets
Are buried now, and gone,
Just more earthly treasures
The soil at last has won.

Just how far along and gone
Down that winding way
Did you get to go before
I even reached Okay?

But should I lose my sight of you,
There's still ink on our sheets,
And clouds of breath above the spot
Where eye and pillow meets.

There's raindrops on the pages where
I left the books outside,
So I'm quite sure that some vital part
Of all the stories died,

Watching it disintegrate;
Sentences, intent;
Some day we won't even know
Where all the letters went.

I don't believe in downpours
Or storm clouds anyway,
But I swear there was some magic
Playing 'round you on that day,

I even thought I meant that thing
'Bout words to other lands;
But still I wake up, thrashing
With mud splashed on my hands.