Juliet

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,

And realigned the episode

  Of Juliet and me.