To die from dreaming.

To die a death in slumbers breath.
To be whisped away into unsheltered skies.
And left to devises new and bright.
To shine with the day and glisten with the night.
To be, still, even though not embodied.
Unseen and yet seen in blurry eyed corners wadded with sleep.
To be heard in a dream as the gleaming ocean washes dreams into heaps of sand.
To know one day you'll understand
why I left you in signs I leave behind.
To love without body is to love sweet mind.