Friday, December 13, 2013

In his warmth


I pass my father
as he rises from his slumber
and leaves his warm blanket
in the gentle cavity of space.

Weary,
I lay myself in the warmth of my father.
His blanket cocoons me
and I travel to a sanctuary
I have not known in my wanderings through barrenness,
I have not known since I was a youngling nestled in the strength of his chest.

Cocooned in his warmth,
I travel to a tall forest of sturdy greenness.
His smell fills my senses.
After an eternal thirst,
my eyes finally know rest.

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