He is in the realm between awake and asleep
Milky eyes try not to slip behind billowy lids
His gossamer hair plays upon my cheek
As I breathe in the smell of him
That precious newly born scent of him
I trace his face with my finger
Drawing his cheeks, his lips, his nose
Into a comfort for when I must yearn
I raise him up higher than I am
Bring him down to nestle at my breast
My heart beats for both of us
My soul is ever bound to his
It is then that they appear
Those angelic diaphanous beings
To gather him into themselves again
I cannot keep him
I beg for just one more moment
But he is already transforming
From the shape of my child
Into a being of dancing mist
I reach out for his tiny hand
Before it disappears
But he slips through my fingers
And back into their light
My own cry awakens me
My arms reaching out for our son
But he has stayed behind
In the realm between
Awake and asleep
2 comments:
Beautiful. Hugs.
Thanks sweetie x
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