At Slumber's Border

adrift in the blurred border 
 of hypnotic slumber, forgetting, 
   remembering, dozing off and away,

    then, just like one jolted up 
      from a dream, or a diver gasping 
         hard, surging up and out of a stream,

         he groggily fumbles about 
           his bed worried, but with her warmth 
             across his chest, he smiles, sighs,

             eternally grateful to high heavens 
               for this true treasure  he has been 
                  so undeservedly blessed to keep !
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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