Misty eyed haze upon early waking
was the mirage you I saw?
your arms around me so briefly then…
an old familiar aching in the chest
a memory of being safe and warm
an inner earth mother’s wellspring nourished
or the phantasm haunting my heart’s halls?
you are a strange comfort
during these surreal days where world spins off kilter
my sacred dream
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013