Anton Leyland

Four A.M., Possibly Wednesday - Poem by Anton Leyland

I kissed your hair in the nothingness of morning.
I put my lips to your shoulder as still you slept,
replaced the blanket that kept you a child.
I lay my hand on your hip, and for a moment thought
I heard your dreams released in a sweet, warm breath.
But you told me later that your sleep was dreamless,
and I told you I dreamed, but did not sleep,
for fear sleep would have stolen my dream.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 25, 2011

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