To Be Asleep and Awake

Clarity reaches the moon as a perfume
arising from your skin
sullen in its ways, I cannot see
but I can smell the sweet infectious odour
In the sky, even when asleep

Awakening
I forget lost dreams
and remember insignificant processes
that help to lay the sleepers for the tracks

Train arrives, train departs
Is this to be awake?
I cant remember the colour of your eyes
the scent of the forest
or the specific movements you perform
just for me
just for my presence
the planets keep shining in their homes
i still forget

Attempting to build a shrine
a shrine of remembrance
to remember why I am here
and why i forget that