the sunbeam dances on the wall
as i stir from my slumber
lighting my return from night to day.
the twilight journey was as a
voyage upon hostile waters
tossed about on an ocean of restless nightmares.
as i reached her shore
the calm, quiet like a walk in a grassy meadow
full of birdsong, sunshine and flower scent,
embraces my weary vessel into its
it is morning and all is well,
her smile reassures my beaten soul,
her arms cradling my tired form.