Sara Tonin
Bluelighter
A linen panel covers my window.
A hint of a glow through its gauziness.
I don't want to move yet,
this sleep is delicious.
I stretch till I see stars
and black out a little.
Yawning, I bring my hand to my face.
I wipe my eyes,
so that I can clear
my view of this fresh day.
Rubbing my feet against these worn-soft sheets,
I wonder if 5 more minutes would ever be enough.
If only I could bottle this feeling,
the sensual nature of it.
I love to awaken but
I hate to trade my bed for the day.
Hate to trade my dreams for truth.
Forcing myself to put my feet on the floor,
I take comfort in the fact that
I'm just a shower away from being real again.
[ 21 October 2002: Message edited by: Sara Tonin ]
A hint of a glow through its gauziness.
I don't want to move yet,
this sleep is delicious.
I stretch till I see stars
and black out a little.
Yawning, I bring my hand to my face.
I wipe my eyes,
so that I can clear
my view of this fresh day.
Rubbing my feet against these worn-soft sheets,
I wonder if 5 more minutes would ever be enough.
If only I could bottle this feeling,
the sensual nature of it.
I love to awaken but
I hate to trade my bed for the day.
Hate to trade my dreams for truth.
Forcing myself to put my feet on the floor,
I take comfort in the fact that
I'm just a shower away from being real again.
[ 21 October 2002: Message edited by: Sara Tonin ]
