What It Is We Share

It’s not as if I didn’t sleep or sleep
it wouldn’t come, I slept with peace
and sweet accord, tho’ free of dreams,
and woke before the sun.

I thought I might defraud the light of
gentle dawn today, write my words and
sleep again – alone, forlorn but in good
cheer, aware how soon is your return.

And when the words have left my heart
to burn within your ears, I’ll hear your voice
as you declare joyful tears complicity
in what it is we share.
© 12 April 2007, I.D. Carswell