• I still dream of you in my waking moments,
    even through these drooping eyes of forgetfulness;
    Having these thoughts of your mighty hands,
    and your calloused finger tenderly poking my face.

    It irks me, but grounds me to understanding
    inasmuch as the gap from this world to the ends of the heavens;
    lovely yet blissfully unaware of the time spent
    trying to wake up from this dream of unknowing.

    Lesser thoughts of auburn eyes, staring thoughtfully
    While the leisure winds silently move thru the windows
    The drapes dance amidst the sun's beams
    I am awake, but I am at peace.