10 a.m. the phone rings
sprinkles the thoughts across the wires
little intoned embraces, outward reach
and pick up her soft voice
Where sleep still holds her confined
between the soft hushes that delicate as the dream
sway between her voice and poetic balance
I loved the moment, like waking beside her
hearing her sigh that filled so
Each little beat of my heart.
I could have stayed in this place forever
hearing her doze upon a half wakened state
not knowing the morning yet
not feeling the light
still held upon the soft whispers of the night
And the world that longs to be.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph