In my sleep I keep drowning;
throat filling with water and vision dimming.
I struggle into consciousness, to find
that I still can’t breathe.
The density of the clouds floating above is thick
enough to crush my spirit.
At least that’s what it feels like,
before I have chance to take in,
to consider
who and what,
where and why.
And I see you.
Not for the first time.
Not for the second, third, fourth
(I could continue, but you know where I’m headed)
My eyes have cleared of a fog long plaguing them,
you walk beside me in dreams and my reality.
Even though you rarely swim,
you never hesitate to rescue me
from the rushing waters continually
threatening to wash me away.
Treeshallow Musings 