In sleep,
I looked at you —
without a thought.
You were asleep,
and I grew restless
for the calm
unraveling your dream.
My dreams
tightened their throats,
leapt from sleep
and fled
into the arms of darkness.
Sleep
slipped away
with the sting
of half-open eyes.
From the shadowed ceiling,
memory began to fall.
Your drowsy gaze
was painted by imagination.
The jealous night
crept into a corner
and cast
the shadow of waking.
If only the moon
could see
the sleeping sun
resting on a cloud.
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