Waking

even though my eyes are open there is only dark ness yet in the quiet ude my ears sense and then hear a familiar though my Indian spirit in lore is a deer i hear your do re mi melodic ally whispering more from my pills then from the pillow next to my head though hoping i heard not a script from my words but what you think and mean to say but either way the horizon line of my mouth starts to part and in the sunshine of my love and teeth i begin a new day of not knowing but knowing i'm thinking about you