Weightless: A Poem

Lay me down
on this bed of line-dried linens,
my head, dizzy like sugar,
comforted by the pillow's soft chill.
Kiss me goodnight
but do not wake me
from this delirious state
of half-wakefulness,
one foot in the land of dreams,
devoid of gravity,
where I can fool myself
that the beauty I imagine exists.
I wake heavy each morning,
dragging myself away
from what I've known.
When sleep is new, 
I am warm and clean.
Wings beat inside my heart,
and all is weightless.

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From my book Woodland Spirits.