A Good Dream

Secretly, like the back of a hand
it comes to us,
enchanting and suitable...

the idea
of "infinity"
and everything in it

(moves back
and forth
with the tide)

endurance of importance,
the distance between
forgive and foregone-

we are just as transient
as shadow, a good dream,

the temporary ache
that recedes from the bone.

Conceivably,
everyone vanishes,
eventually.

In my sleep,
the only thing
I can't imagine...

waking.