the morning is quiet and i (having just
woken up in the tangle of cool wrinkled
sheets still hazy below opaque clouds of dreams
beneath the ceiling) plod quietlysoftlyslowly

to the dim
front porch (ah, rough wood under sleep-softened
feet) with sweet dew on supple summer grass

and you, in the quiet morning (having just
woken from your own safe sheets)
separated by distance alone (gentle groggy
breaths) dance around your dreams,
still drenched in the mist of your mind, and
you picture me (recalling dreams on my frontporchplanet)
as you pictured me in your own
dizzy drowsiness

spiraling down;

down;

down;

to the morning,
the quiet morning (having just woken up)