Sleep On

Today’s draft is inspired by early morning flights and leaving while my Beloved is still sleeping, and by the treasures we bring back to each other after every time apart. (I think I’ve mentioned before that, in my opinion, every poem is a love poem. )

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI hope you didn't hear me close the dooron the way to the airport this morning. I hope while I gently stepped down the darkened stairwayout the side doorinto the space where the day and night gaze at each other, breathless,that you re-entered the moment of your last good dream,finally got to read the words you wrote with your illumined fingers.I hope when I get home,you hold me close and tell me what they said.