mausoleum

        i felt you calling
through the wide dark space
            and i crossed the cavern
    to your resting place

        where you were wrapped in
folds of cold gray stone
            which smelled of long
    decay and rotting bones

        the air was dripping
echoes through the dark
            lit only by the
    sense’s psychic spark

        mosaic patterns
stretched across your grave
            dreamtime symbols
    etched in beveled grooves

        i brushed them lightly
with my fingertips
            and lay across
    the stony cover strip

        and here i rested
waiting for your touch
            in meditation
    then i felt your clutch

        as one would clutch
who drowns in waters deep
            to any flotsam
    drifting near the reach

        you grasped my psyche
held with panicked might
            and locked my body
    in the realms of night

        and now i felt your
onyx grip of fear
            send through my senses
    manifold despair

        i let you thrust up
through my chest to speak
            an urgent message
    stressed fatigued and weak

        “he-elp… me…”
came your feeble plea
            through lips half frozen
    petrified by sleep

        and as you heard my
voice relay your words
            you strove the more to
    make your anguish heard

        and with the strength of
added empathy
            i let you ring your
    cavern walls with pleas

        until the motions
stirred me from the dream
            and i awoke to
    echoes of your screams