but for sleep
which proffers not
the evidence of tears
morning comes
the worried soul to save
angels fall
remembering
another even tide
as blue beneath
a robin’s wing
is brushed into the light
beyond the reach
of shadows
dreamed awake by some
go
while I will let you
– stay this memory
of times
I loved you longer
than the night
. . .
In that moment between sleep and waking before the world of daylight and consciousness returns, there is the place where all we love and have loved still lingers …
It is the place known only by the truth ❤
Those moments are almost mystical.
❤
Morning…, waking into the daylight world, retreating from the softness and warmth of sleep’s caress. …..xo
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