I fall asleep and set off

I fall asleep and set off
on the steep rope bridges
upwards to the top.
You wait for me, smiling,
on the white path,
to recount to me
why the fire in our hearth subsided
and portraits with white eyes
gaze at us from the walls;
Why the rooms are full
with butterflies’ corpses
and the powder loosening over our heads.
I fall asleep and set off
on the steep rope bridges.