Tuesday, 28 August 2012

The Great Retreat

You teased my curtains
with your fingertips.
You let the rays of light
kiss your tender lips.

I cried for more time
in your cradling arms
but life has deadlines
past the snooze of alarms.

And so I went back
to my sorry sleep
where I'm free to dream
of something real and deep.

I guess it's just fate
which made life this way,
staying up too late
to wake another day...

Before I knew it
my eyes opened wide,
light pouring over me
I had nowhere to hide.

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