Wake Up Whisper
Morning sunbeam the tinge of yellow daisies
awakens the sleepy, frosted
window pane.
Last night, in the core of darkness,
hysterical, I struggled to break through
an unbreakable, invisible membrane.
In a suffocating bubble of a nightmare
my own scream seemed to soar
to reach a peak.
It echoed as a terrified falsetto,
fading off, trailing away as my own
muted panic.
I swam through a sluggish, swirling world
that seems to precede all there is
in my waking hours.
The whirling memory of your trusting face
saw me through the aimless random flux
of the unknowable.
Now, I wake up to the touch
of your hand on my face, your whisper,
the warmth of your embrace!
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