sleepwalking
Waiting in the light
From the frosted window in my room
I wonder if I arrived here in sleep
I do not know what is real anymore
Lost in a depth
Of lingering touch
From the last time you held me here
The last time we grounded ourselves
In each others’ arms
I wonder if I will ever wake again
Your warmth and solidity
Were all that saved me
From the reckless thoughts that overwhelm
They are gone now
For how long I cannot recall
But I know I am cold and transparent
I wonder when I might stop waiting
Because you do not return
When there is any light at all
From the frosted window in my room
I wonder if I arrived here in sleep
I do not know what is real anymore
Lost in a depth
Of lingering touch
From the last time you held me here
The last time we grounded ourselves
In each others’ arms
I wonder if I will ever wake again
Your warmth and solidity
Were all that saved me
From the reckless thoughts that overwhelm
They are gone now
For how long I cannot recall
But I know I am cold and transparent
I wonder when I might stop waiting
Because you do not return
When there is any light at all