Dormiveglia

Dormiveglia 

The white sheets wrinkle in mountainous folds
While our sated minds slowly begin to uncurl 
Caught within the house of dreams we rest; 
Floating amid the diamonds that then unfurl 
We are not trapped here yet are we are free? 
I sense our pupils, open dark spheres of near night
Refract the crystalline clarity of pure cellular light. 
Yet they are frosted with frottage 
Edged wrapped and then entwined, 
Oh how I wish to God you were mine
And then from the aching dreamland 
We then divide and so separate 
As we slowly begin to rise awake 
And enter this bitter world of fake. 

© adh2013