Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Sleeping Handsome

Sleep is too kind a word for what I did
   Before we met.  I faced life lifelessly
Behind a wall that all my feelings hid,
   And you broke through, the night you smiled at me.
You held my hand and something in my chest
   That used to be my heart opened its eyes;
You said my name, and that brief sound caressed
   My secret dreams out of their long demise.
Who you are broke through my every defense.
   Looking at you forced my blind eyes to see.
God knows that none of this makes any sense.
   You cannot know how much it means to me
      To know that I could not dream less than true
      If I could always wake up next to you.

Copyright 2016 by Matthew J Wells

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