satin soft pillow weary head sleep lives here its time is up time to be up flip turn snuggle ah driffffffft deeper but un-gone a beckoning land (not quite at hand) not quite here not quite there not magic-world nor waking realm vivid scenes paralysed screams (hallmark of these) wake, wake up where but where?! a line is drawn fu-zz-yha-zy-br-oke-n given the choice i find my voice: come, cross it! come, awake! brows furrow must i remain? where do i go? is she the same? this feels real couldn't it be? furious whisper come this way longer stay could be yours open those doors! wait! wait! wait! (soft snap echo) —gossamer breaks. float. stir. wake— now memories vague of her i make... for i'm this side (as you can see) but what did her eyes take and flee? what if she is also me?
Lots to ponder here.
Lots and lots. I’m glad to find you agree.
Thank you for visiting and I hope you will find other points to ponder here too. :)
I’m sure I will.
Love this. Completely encapsulates those first moments awake… in content and in form.
Thank you very much. I’m thrilled to find that I was able to communicate those moments through this poem. It satisfies me to know you have been there and you understand what it’s like.