awake...
awake in the darkness-
slipping from dream-
wishing for drifting
and floating- unseen...
stomach all tensing-
gurgling 'n strange-
head in a stupour-
thoughts rearrange...
downstairs creep quietly-
butter some bread-
make a hot coffee-
then back to bed...
lay there in rhythm-
breathe out 'n breathe in-
curl up in softness-
let dreaming begin...
Joy Weare.
4th April, 2007.
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