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?
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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.