The One Real Sound Sleeper

There is a time,
When people are supposed to be alive,
And everything is fire,
The world sleeps in late,
When she is more than a thought,
She is a dinner with a microwave and a blanket and a heartbeat,
And we are all caught in hammocks with our loves,
Shielded flatteringly by sun soaked trees,
Very blessed,
This is a time,
When people are supposed to dissolve,
Tearing like wet paper,
With their frayed edges,
And their repetitions,
Standing with weak knees,
You watch everything get smaller,
And getting smaller I,
Am drowning with it all,
I will see this fall its course,
Down to the dark lavender,
Surrounding the ocean floor,
And in time I will return,
To fresh coastal clouds,
And better for it,
For not splitting myself,
The one real sound sleeper that idea.