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Last night, I dreamed.
I dreamed an inviting chest
To rest my head on.
It was not soft, like
All the love songs praise-- it was
Muscle over bone. But
It was the best pillow I had ever
Laid upon.
It swelled softly
Beneath me with each rising breath, and
The soothing drum of a heart
Beat me the most primal of lullabies.
I dreamed strong arms around me,
Enfolding me
And warm like blankets.
And, vaguely aware of
The pale gray of early morning
Outside my window-- my
Open window, where the gossamer
Drapes fluttered in the cool
September breeze, breeze that chilled
My face and arms--
Aware of morning, I
Opened my eyes,
Slightly.
Opened them to see him.
Then it all was gone.
I did not question "Why," for
No one asks why a gift is given, but
Rather, "Who."
They had no name, no face.
All I have
Is a warm breast and
Strong, gentle arms, and
That is enough.
- by Gideon Striche |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/04/2009 |
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- Title: Half-Awake
- Artist: Gideon Striche
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Description:
You know that semiconscious state you get sometimes in the early morning? You're aware of your body, but you're not completely there. I was there. It was six in the morning. In a rudimentary thought process, I told myself, "I'm in bed. It's nice and soft. The window near my head is open; I can feel the cold coming in." Tangled in the messy bed covers, I thought someone was holding me, keeping me warm. I was curious who, and lifted my head... It was just my bed.
But who did I think it was? - Date: 09/04/2009
- Tags: halfawake dream morning
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- Idiosyncratic Quirk - 09/06/2009
- I thoroughly enjoyed this. 5/5
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- Vix Dirage - 09/04/2009
- Maybe your other half somewhere wish you were there?
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