An Early Awakening by Missy Johnston
While riding on winged dreams,
Light silently consumes the darkness.
My senses stir, and I awake to a quiet void.
Empty spaces that once were filled.
My warm body draped in cold sheets.
Still hungry for rest,
I lurch my weight forward.
My flesh stumbling, mind in a daze,
I cross the threshold, my toes navigating across chilled tile.
A lone traveler’s footsteps echoing down a hall.
Shadows and sleep threaten,
But my memory tells me how to find Her.
I listen for Her steady breath. I smell for Her scent.
I feel for Her spacious cocoon, and finally, I find Her.
In the bed of my creation and birth,
I am gathered up, tucked in, and surrounded by Her touch.
We are two forms curving towards each other,
One big, one small. Separate, but nearly one again.
Reality dissipates as I exhale.
With my body soft, breath steady, and heart warm,
I eagerly relinquish consciousness,
Only to find my dreams have ceased their searching.
I’m left with only rest.