Mar 29
poem challenge: Comfort


i am trapped in that broken state of consciousness
between sleep and wake
where the rest and rem comes from a deeper sort of aching need 
in the early hours of time

branches shift against your window,
casting green shadows stark
against the river blue and violet slab of dusky sky
as the morning touches down ever so slowly
ever so gently

the sun will come in a few hours
though i wish it would not
i will unfurl myself from behind your spine to stretch across waters
back into a churning world

but now
nestled in between 
a wall
and a warm embrace
i could find no sweeter haven
and would swear
a thousand times over

that i had not known sleep
or soft
or quiet
before this dream
with you