When I dream of Michelango

I cleared my head as I slept

and yet there's that

face I met.

The one with the spark

the one with the laugh

touched in the dark

delivered from my past.

How are you here?

So close and so far

thousands of days

thousands of scars.

Twisted on the hood of that car

Rain pouring down

moving like tar

I can't hear a sound.

Along came a ghost

and the floor dropped out

sad humming crows

just a dream and years of drought.

They can be so real

these pictures in our heads

I could smell you, your hands I could feel.

Holding on so tight!

But then you melted away,

like a storm at light.

like Utah's snow in May. 

A black and white checkered cover

like a scattered lover

rocks at a window

joy discovered

music, so much music

dancing in trees

these dreams distorted

But I know what it means...

Can I write this?

Can I feel this?

You've been gone so long

dead but alive

here but gone.

dry from the rain

right not wrong.

I woke up and cried

in the middle of the room,

 hands are tied.

I can't find you in bloom.

I'm not allowed to tip the boats

I just teeter at sea

and empty into these notes,
as useless as they can be.

...Saturn on a line
A sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like
You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite

And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand...