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By briana kassia Date: 2006 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.06.17.33.16250]] |
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In the dark of the night I hear your breathing And I am torn between crying And Laughing You sound so near And Yet you are so far from me And Dream clouded, And The only word you speak in sleep is no. "No, I won't go to bed!" (Little boy cry) "No, I don't want to leave you," (protective man sigh) "Alone in the dark. Where I can lift my eyes to see your face Your sweet sleepy fever-slick face, Your peach pillows, Your lush skin..." The protest dies away And You fade back into your dreams And I am left waiting, turning pages And Listening to your aching And Distant breaths |