Throughout the night
of restless slumber
vague images of
people and places
criss-cross
sub-conscious
thoughts.
A myriad of muted shadows,
faceless bodies,
nameless faces,
shapeless doors that lead
into places
one shouldn't
dream about.
Love is there,
enjoying a teasing
moment,
goading me to return
from the darkness
of a not so peaceful
sleep.
Restrained fighting,
arms stretch across time,
reaching for lacy wisps
of your embrace
A touch...your touch
lips caress fluttering
eyelids, fingers dance
across my skin,
still cocooned in
the clutches of my repose.
Finally I awake,
you are there
with me. You smile
as my eyes focus
on your face, flushed
with happiness.
I have awoken
in the presence
of the one who
comforts me after
my restless slumber.
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