Night’s movement cast aside the sheet,
As prone upon the bed he laid,
To cool him in the summer heat,
To leave his nakedness displayed.
Naked, too, against him pressed,
Emerging from the sheets’ disarray,
An arm lying across his chest,
Her head against his shoulder lay.
Lying just as close as they can be,
A yawning chasm between them screams,
Through endless realms of unreality,
They travel in their lonely dreams.
But the woman’s travels are soon to pass,
Like one emerging from the deep,
Destroying the fragile dreams as glass,
And throwing off the cloak of sleep.