Colour Dreams - Poetry
Not Quite Lonely
I lay at night in my darkened room wrapped up in warm quilts, companion at my feet. I see a flashing light and hear the soft hum of mechanical sleep. I think of how, in the fading hours of daylight, I've told him of my life, of my dreams, of my hopes, and of my love for him. But when we say goodnight, I hesitate to close the "door", knowing that I will now be alone. And so I lay awake in my darkened room, but suddenly I'm aware that in my midnight, the sun is rising slowly over his distant home, and as I fall asleep thinking of him, he is opening his eyes and thinking of me.
blu rhapsody
