Up, unwilling out of sleep’s sensuous pit. Again, the cry, thin, tentative. Fourth time tonight? Fifth? Cosy-rosy dreams fade. Windows, still winter dark. Time? Late—were there streetlights? Reach blindly for clock on table. Sleep-numb fingers touch but only push. Crash on floor. Shockproof? Hope so—hope so—Heavy eyelids flicker, warm waves drift towards slumber— Again, the cry, louder! So close, the warm, womanly, wifely...
I may not be an angel,more like the devil's son. Circling on blackened wings, charred by life not the sun. Prefect, hell no I'm not,would never profess to be. Soaring high inside night itself,keeping watch over thee. Hearing your cries of anguish,brings a sadness to my soul. Through clouds of black and grey,I'll come to you in your dreams. When life gives you challenges,I can also feel your dismay. Swooping in to cuddle c...
Wild wind blows across prairie wide. Jostling everything from side to side. Booming in the distance, thunder rolls. Forked fire across darkened sky scrolls. Upon roofs, falling rain droplets dance. Chanting a symphony, as they prance. Soft lullaby, helping tired minds relax. Transported into dreamland, a parallax. Visions frolic, creating images bona fide. Gently swayed to slumber, my love beside.
