Catharsis Dreamt a Wake

Imagine you are looking down on the bed, from the ceiling perhaps, high up by the shadowed side of the planet They lay there quietly...still, on their backs...maybe hands folded, fingers woven under the covers, cotton or quilted, no matter, on either bed side, not touching each other Now imagine you are the one...nearest the door sleeping next to her...or him. You've lain there for years, listening...sleeping, dreaming...listening Now imagine you are the other, dead asleep, oblivious to the planet dreaming, next to the other in the dream, eyes closed, but awake You sense each other as if you are both the same person, breathing occupying the same quantum space yet you can see the other as if part of some out-of-body experience You, dreaming, reach to touch ...other...or yourself, you are not sure who they are, or, for that matter you, slumbering and stumbling to understand, rolling it over in your mind and bed still in shadow, it is cool...and comforting, vanishing point converges to bifurcate again, in the wake, the dreaming returns becoming the reality now © Goode Guy 2011-10-06