Your lightness

Poem #49

Written for Jo Bell’s 52: Write a poem a week and the theme is … Light

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2.31 am, and the bed moves

with a gentle kind of ripple

as if someone either sat or stood up

or tapped the mattress

just slightly but enough to wake me

was it me chasing rabbits

or was it something which made the blinds glow

with a softness of white-blue

; your gentle feathers, how they become in the darkness – your lightness

I smile and say “Hello”

and once more the slumbering warmth envelops me

until I wake at 4.55 to the gentle half-moon’s light from my silent alarm clock

I had no dreams

only the usual plethora of scattered shadows

and yet, for those shadows to form

there must be a source

perhaps I should sleep some more …

and so I step into the half-light of morning

feeling the bite of winter on my nose

and off I trot up the hill

where the real moon’s light

offers comfort

I smile and say “Hello”

; ‘neath a duvet of stars is sleep’s eternal presence, waiting to envelop me