Night's Sojourn

He dreams her
in the middle of the night
when sleep evades him
in the half-slumber of the haunted,
and she slides 
through the sifting shadows of the night
as he dreams her real
across the windswept winter.

She lays her body next to his
and lets her kisses warm his soul
as she reaches for him, 
her fingers to soothe his troubled mind
and her lips 
to ease his body’s ache,
and they listen for the thunder
as he tastes her quivers
on his tongue

And then she fades 
with the waning of the moon
when morning chases in,
and she waits, 
never far away,
until he dreams her
again.



december 2006
©Janet Reid





Awarded by New Horizons ~ December 7, 2006








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