Night's silk still surrounds
as I, stalled in sleep,
re-live fur-lined moments of dreaming.
Destiny I then re-write
with no surprises
or tears because I have thee beside me.
Awake I stumble about
but darktime replays
love's heyday between soft satin sheets.
Time's sonorous boom
means reliable
nostalgia works to create my therapy.
Night almost over your
presence has fed
and dressed me ready for day's reality.