Stretching beyond the smile
that graces my last moments of rest,
With the flutter of heavy eye lids
the shape you make disappears.
The sunrise greets me
as ivory curtains rise
and the soft cocoon I lay in
retreats down curvy sides
but the memory does not release me,
I’m held within your grasp
as I make my way toward town
and come on home again
until the fifth day comes
and I’m in your arms once more
I wonder through this daze
and dream of you my friend.