February 7, 2014

Sleep


Under the blanket
I sink into dreams,
sometimes awakening
with a start.
I don't know who
or where I am,
the dark never 
is what it seems.

I might still sleep 
in my room,
or it could be
somewhere new;
I might not awaken,
after all, knowing
I'll never again
find you.

2/4/2014