Half Asleep and Half Awake

I relish the now rare states
of being held by a half sleep space… where
a companion feels no compulsion to move,
or even open her eyes. Where
our voices connect in languages
foreign to the masses
who claim to speak or talk
or write.

I thought to myself, “how light a touch
to pen such a heavy meaning
onto so fragile a parchment….”
And now I go back to sleep
with a stirring poem, softly
running its fingers through my hair,
whispering, “free me,
lest I remain a dream,
half awoken.”

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One Response to Half Asleep and Half Awake

  1. Avatar Anonymous
    Anonymous says:

    He dreams in poetry.