I lay awakelistening to my husband’slabored breathing,his thoughts drifting awayleaving behind an empty minda…
Beautiful deep sleep, every second is nectar, dreams of sea, soft waves.
The nights are cold, winter has befallen the worldUnnecessary dreams creep up the blanketThat I pull over to keep myself warm, leaves fall…
Tossed all nighton oceans of memory,deep surges from ancient history disrupting the quietude of sleep.
These dreams…
The strange, gushing river of lucidity; the struggle to decipher between dream and true…
Once there was nothingAnd then there was you…
