In the gray half open eye period prior to
full alert status I feel a touch or maybe an
outstretched limb, a phantom connection
I may remember. Warm and wanting..
Delaying the awakening I dwell there
In hopeful desire among my fresh sheets,
memories of sun fragrant and salt drying,
my fingers on your chest, lightly, sensing
your heart which in these dreams is
still faithful to us, your family.