That brief moment between sleep and waking

when a glorious dream is fading fast,

past remembering

and even in the dim memory of it

it feels as though

I will never be as happy…

And the growing sorrow,

as I watch the remains of the dream,

fragments,

drifting into mornings light.

But!

Then!

To find myself awash in solid joy!

The happy weight of flesh,

resting on my chest.

To touch that reality!

The dream,

alive,

beside me.

My arm rests across her breasts…

Feeling the rhythm of her breath,

the press of her body against me.

And

Oh!

The relief,

the joy!

To know my dream’s

my life

with my wife….

And

Ah!

The rising!

Such a rising!