how deeply i breathe now
spine wilting into cushions
tired feet splayed over silk

nocturnal neighbors congregate
these careless crickets chorus
me their general salutations

just there, this ceramic vessel
that readies my urgent mornings
with well steeped honeyed tea

these shelves profusely populated
by illustrious companions whose
tales have tantalized my imagination

such familiar sights and sounds
invite my weary thoughts to slumber
as they do each and every night

and yet, most essential is this:
her words so warmly wrapped
around my ever eager soul

no greeting calls me further
no voice so delicate speaks
of laughter and music and love

when now these eyes do close
her face will wondrous remain
to smile my fondest reverie

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