diamonds

Death in a dream placed emeralds in my eyes, placed me inside a diamond and the jewel inside an angel's eye. Singing in a tongue I did not understand- wearing the false teeth of time death had the moon in his eyes, his tears were rock as I woke, I could not see for dust and debris, the clock face was coated within, fully, I could just see a time fixed. The next night dreaming there was a diamond in the sky and a moon in my eyes, death was vexed as he cleaned the clock face I could see the night reveal an angel and moonlight ravish a diamond, as an echo and an apparition my presence was brief, slight, safe inside a jewel as death's dour hands polished time's false teeth and rolled up the night time sky like a carpet. The reaper he stitched a rug with a tapestry of angels circling the moon, the hands were formed from emeralds, eleven angels dreamt of me powering the hands, from the twelfth I could see where hands would fall. In the reaper's gaze one last dim moonrise.