Into focus she appeared
Upon the narrow beam
That separates the tangible
From that within a dream.
Drawing furtive veils revealed
The secrets she had stored;
Condensed the truth distilled from lies
And from the wounds it poured.
From the mist, she disappeared
Beyond and out of sight
Assembled I, then in her wake,
A vision of her flight.
Fashioned form from nebulous,
Retooled the memory,
To realign the episode
Of Juliet and me.
