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Saturday, July 15, 2006

I wake up sometimes at night


I wake up sometimes at night;
The dark is still there
It is not yet light

I try to remember why
I woke up; and there
Right beside me you lie

I remember now; 'twas your hand
It had slipped from where
It should be; in my hand!

I take back your hand slowly
And squeeze it very very softly
I look at your face; my angel asleep!
At last i can go back to sleep


1 comment:

s[u]jau said...

its nyc n interesting.. liked the way you hv followed up the small incident... thumbs up..