Nicholas P. Gaffney

 

I watch you sleep. Chest slowly

rising. Deep within the dreams

you don’t forget to breathe. Do

you forget me or the air we

keep? I do concede, locked in

these four walls are all the life

I need. Through pens and

prayers I bleed. The pages I get

to read while God is listening, so

sweet. I need a guarantee that

this will drop into your dreams;

like summer rain, gently

sprinkling. Everything I feel

seems to fall in line as the stars

hold on and move across the

sky. Another breath, another

rise. I find I’m bound up like a

book, forever intertwined.