Awake

If eye lids sealed the moment of rising breath and beating heart

To trace apart the line seperating soft breasts of a woman, a being etched in stone

Warmed by the eternal stone of patience.

She complains of sleep as she knows the dreams

Twirling embrace of an abyss set free upon eternity

These my words this night,

typing

feeling

peacefully at ease with the reality of

dreams.