As I Lay There

Softly under, cotton covers,

do I feel drowsy, then,

I reach for your lulling voice,

under a comfy pillow.

On a song, each second passes,

and I feel my eyes close soundly,

letting your voice carry me, and into worlds unknown.

But, suddenly, as I lay there,

I hear something.

No, it wasn't the emotional song,

about faces and races and fears of the moon...

Maybe, it was trick of the ear,

an auditory tease,

but, why would this voice

call my name?

It did not sound like anyone close to me.

This voice, my dear,

was the hushed, timid, angelic

voice I know so well.

Then, I felt the butterflies attacking me,

this warm feeling in my gut,

telling me everything.

But, as I lay there, almost asleep,

I ponder, and ponder carefully.

Did I hear your voice whisper my name?

But I didn't think about it for long. . . .

Your voice lulled me to sleep,

but I wake weakened in tiredness once again.

©LJ
31 August, 2012