Ashes To Ashes

i wake sometimes

with the glitter of dreams still clouding my eyes,

half in this world, half  in the one that exists inside my head,

but more than that

a dream world that unites my head and my heart

and spills into my prayers.

All this golden ash is you.

burned from hope and belief

and left messy on my skin.

there is no wiping you away

but only smearing you in.

i wear your colors like an heirloom

you were always mine,

from before time.