I lie awake in my cold bed and feel you all fly away from me,
to thought-worlds and color-places that exist in the mist of dreamers’ minds.
Even the sky leaves me here, and falls away to black expanse.
(I wonder, as I shiver with the thought, if it scares anyone else
to realize that daylight is the shroud and darkness the reveal?)
I wish I could follow you all, down to your misty, secret worlds.
I would kiss you, take you into my arms, tell you lovely things,
if you would find me here, and lay your warm body next to mine
for a soft, sweet interruption from my introspective reverie.
