Mornings

Dreams,

that break open in essential light,

would split the seams of shadows.

You are

long gone

and the room recedes into just me. I am

awake and solitary. 

But tonight,

when shadows are somehow seamless,

everything will be immaterial.

      You      can      hold      me,

even in a long continuum of dreams.

2 years ago  Notes (13)
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