The thin places of half transparent sheets,
are braided between my fingers and toes.
Waking up where daylight and dreams meet,
then with soft sighs, rolls over and goes.
I hear the warm whisper of night mutter,
“Here sweetness is spun to never break.”
But all fractal universes flutter
as eyelashes wing upwards awake.

I must forget how the slants of light were,
sharpness makes silly the beautiful blur.