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a breath of dampened morning
The cocoon I've spun to rest in
protects against my waking
enveloped in dreams of beauty
as all of me is aching...
there's music on the outside
separate from open sky
that weeps for mornings warmth
indulging night's need to cry...
i'm not lonely in my darkness
my veil is not opaque
nor is a faux mirror
thru which visions i take
i long for the call of you
to rouse me from this deep
moments of sadness seep through
but comfort comes in dream.
the cocoon i've spun has fissures
where a sluice of rain presents
a self of dampened courage
which will harden with your caress
and i long for the call of you
to unravel that part of me
without the growths of wings
i need not to be free
just a touch can slither
the fabric of my dormance
to that bracket encased as memory
from which you've emerged as real.
