5.25.11 – 9.04

i am in the softness of your bedsheets and blankets
and in the peace you feel at night
right before sleep
ferries you into unconsciousness

i surround you constantly
in laughter and smiles
and in the eccentricity of the colors
in flowers and roadways and people

you are the smile on my lips and
the inexplicable light in moonless midnight skies
and the warmth of my bed that folds me back into itself
on cloudy rainless mornings

so why do you also become
the blank spaces between my thoughts
and the silence right before dawn
when the crickets cease their starlit chirping

and the sorrow in the songs
that birds will sometimes sing
at earliest feeble morning light
to only those that had lain awake to hear them?


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