Narcissus

Dark resounding deep inside
Floating feathered in a haze
Amidst the smell of human warmth
I dreamed a dream and cast my gaze
Down to where I was and found
I held a husband in my arms.
Faceless here, yet he was bound
To appear, again and again inside my dreams.
He smelled of sleep and rested souls
Here in my arms where we were lying.
Fading, he was slowly fading,
And then I woke up crying.

And my sister kissed my cheek,
Whispered softly sweet,
"It's Okay, okay to cry.
To bleed out through your sorrow.
Okay to cry and not know why,
As long as you laugh like there's no tomorrow."
From love to hate,
And hate to pain,
Hate circles around and strikes again.
And yes, my searing solemn sobs echo in that place
between today and tomorrow,
And yes, I cry and I don't know why,
But at least I laugh like there's no tomorrow.