By distant moon
Date: 2001 Sep 08
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Edged With Fences

I grew up in a prison, trapped in bubble wrap
Surrounded by mountains of pillows
Bed fringes, edged with fences to keep me from falling
My only sleep now comes with that same surroundedness
Arms folded over my chest
For protection

Constantly knowing
     Believing
      Hoping
That she will enter this fortress with me
      To sleep
     To dream

When we've only 70 miles of road to travel
And I've covered my share
The company would have been nice
Just wish she would have been there...