Wakefulness

The sun dragging its heels
             a reluctant lover
loath to leave the bed
             on this cool December day
stillness in the house
             reality at bay
a lone bird somewhere faraway
             tuning its pipes
warming up its vocals
              The silhouette of trees
seen through the window
             motionless bare branches
Foxes have called in the night
              and neighbourhood cats
have frisked each other
             under a lacklustre moon

There was a girl in my dream
             her soft supple
fragrant body
             stretched out
on the cool white sheet
             beside me
and in my dream
             I reached out
to touch her
             and now she lurks
on the edge of every shadow
             a pool of innocence
in her warm hazel eyes
             insatiable longing in mine

John Lyons