Brink In Fall

I lay in the bone room,
Stunned by the explosion of color through the pane
While hooked to dripping tubes of cold reality
Keeping me alive through this season I cannot touch
But can only feel
With my eyes

I look at my arms
Their own explosion of color
Keeping me in a season of isolation
That all can only be sensed
Through a mined soul

As I slide into dream,
A dream brought by empty void of soulsong,
I walk through cavernous tubes as a cathedral
Into the stunning brightness of a season
Just outside the touch of my eyes
Yet embraceable in my heart
As gossamer is embraceable to the dove