Thursday, 19 February 2009

empty sheets






I close my eyes and see you there
Across the bed, and time, and air
I hear you breathing in your sleep
And watch you smile in dreams so deep

I turn, to sink still further down
Behind, the pull of someone warm
We touch our toes and bodies talk
As if subconscious, not needing words

I used to dream, as a weekday child
And wake to find it's not Christmas time;
In latter days, from recent dreams,
I wake to nothing but empty sheets...

1 comment:

Sophia said...

I've quoted the first verse to this several times! I love it!