977

Struggling against snake’s venom
A veil crosses my eyes, tight and thin.

At the edge of sleep and falling lashes
Light crystals dance and bubbles swim.

Softly, slowly and oh so soundly
Sinking into breasts and flesh and skin.

974

One piece of straw
When added to a million others
Threatened my spirit.

One piece of hair
Brushed alongside a million others
Bolsters my resolve.

One kiss goodnight
More treasured than a million others
Carries me to peace.

955

Refusing to slip
– From where I am – to where I’ll go –
Except for sleep.