Deep sleep is calling to me every
night
and every night I follow her to
bed—
she gathers me
lightly in her arms,
a crescent
moon embracing earth itself,
and like the
sea we undulate in love
until I spill
into her goddess depths
and disappear
within that soft unknown.
But in the morning she has left
me there
alone, awake, and waiting for the
world
to slowly tick this daydream day
away.
O Jesus, she will be the death of me!
