E.D. Campbell - Waking Up

I dream of so many things, <br />like black velvet nights <br />deep and stretching from <br />here until the end of hours. <br />I feel them <br />as close as the heavy <br />wool of my hair. <br /> <br />I dreamt sadly just now, <br />between sleeping and pretending to <br />I built a solid boy with <br />hard arms, slow smiles and <br />night vision eyes as <br />warm as butterscotch. <br /> <br />The sadness is the haunting <br />that ensued when I awoke <br />in this house, <br />the sadness is fear of closing my eyes <br />because they’ll have to be opened again.<br /><br />E.D. Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waking-up-2/