You’re asleep

in a forest

of blue trees

You’re lying down

inside a clearing

I’m there, in the circle, 

watching you sleep

but 

I’m also

somewhere 

colder 

I’m closing

and opening my eyes

inside a cloud

I’m on top of 

a mountain 

trying 

to tell you 

some urgent piece

of news — that death

has no terrors 

but it does have,

for instance,

a lion

walking slowly

through the forest

of blue trees