I draw a hot bath, pouring generous amounts of bubble bath under the faucet.
I immerse myself slowly as the temperature of the water is a bit too hot.
White tub, white shower curtains,
White noise fan.
Sleepy eyelids closing.
I want to stay here and dream.
The water is getting chilly
And the faucet is dripping ice cold drops on my toes,
Reminding me this is no fairytale.
The fan is singing to me
And no one is asking me questions now.
I will stay just a little longer.
Linger just a little longer.
Linger just a little longer
As tears trickle
Down my skin eventually mixing with the bath water.
I will merely imagine
I am adrift in the ocean.
It can happen
You forget you had beautiful dreams
And a fantastic morning.
You might not recall that you have a wonderful
Life for a moment too
When your heart
You will dream of me
Until your end.
And then on misty moor;
Through shadows gloom
Will you continue to roam.
Forsaking your eternal home.
Your longing unending.
Arms always empty
In your shapeless form.
Not long enough
Did you hold me while your heart
Was still warm.
Originally posted January 2016
Yet there you
To embrace an
Or who unknown.
No substance close.
You wake up soaked in sweat
Some touch of heart,
Some warmth of skin.
Is it a ghost from the past you
Or something yet to come?
My moods waning from here to there.
The dog whimpers in her sleep
And I wonder was it a good whimper or is
Disturbing going on in her dream?
I walk to the door and open it
As if welcoming some unseen guest.
Is it merely air that i need?
My imagination being of no steadfast company
To me this day.
And words, well
They are all crashing in my brain,
And as quickly as they come,
So here I am standing, staring into the trees
Waiting for some big
All I can think of is you.
Once again you have saved me and I cannot
Bring breath to the why or how.
she has always had such vivid dreams
you were always there
but you were there in her dreams
but the same place
how does she tell you?
do you already know?