From two years ago today.
My heart, my heart.
Even you seem like a dream, now.
you lie slack and warm,
morning light filtering across your features,
a benediction of imagined innocence.
I take a moment to huddle near
watching your eyelids twitching,
your dark lashes trembling against your cheeks,
wondering where your dreams take you
and if I am there.
(c) RCGA 2013