I feel asleep on the couch

You fused with me in that realm
Where nothing exists
For a few short moments
Not the air, not the wind, not the rivers
Or the seas
Not the people, or the animals
And not the shadows on the screens.

You fused yourself right into me
Magically somehow
And although I am but a sad old cynic
You created for me—And for us—
A world of dreams that I will cherish,
And fantasies that turned my body
Into silver dust
Floating over long-forsaken
Paintings.