Soft

Your morning voice drifts
serenely through my dreams
I hear your thoughts and
wonder where you are.
Silent contentment caresses
your head curled lightly
in the curve of your arm
hair cloaking your scars,
masking the memories
floating lazily into the
rise and flow of the
life within.
Warm fingered sunlight feathers the
freckles of your cheek,
lingers on a half imagined smile,
languidly strokes
your lips as I slip into
the tranquillity that is you.