Slumping out of my fickle willow sleep,
Dazed in dream-shaped clouds.
My ears induce a pitch of reality.
I must awake and dawn into the day,
Rather than slumber and succumb in my delusions.
The scent of warm darkness filtering my imagination,
Echoes throughout the house and into my shallow cup.
My lips caress the dark silk,
Transcending through my body
The darkness fills.