Trapped

Open your eyes
Wipe away the rheum
The sky is silver
The sky is blue
Open your hands
Was that a dream remembered?
Was that a memory dismembered?
Or was that something else?
Then I look at you
Did we start too late?
Did we miss the gate
And now we’re past it?
So you give yourself some space
Hear the water, feel the spray
Have I given something away
And I just don’t know it?