Venus asleep

you sleep
and I wake your dreams for you now
fossils of touch preserved in madness of heart
insignificant traces of light
and pain
which I am
when not around

you wait
eight years have passed
eternity for stars
that only shine
again
when I am around
reflected in your eyes

love has never had its price so high
as I wake the dreams
over and over my half
myself undying
clown of that reflection
walking the demons afar
and us apart
in the only possible lack
of any coherent direction