Portals to you are a lint ghost on my sleeves from when I last held you on that dawn of twelve goodbye's. Portals to you are Stratford in alkaline my noir mortuary where love rests in peace. Portals to you are dreams that bring you back to me, before I wake and you are forced to sleep again. Portals to you are the ruby grave of whispers, vow's lost jewel which lived on my lips and died on yours.