Lying next to you
as we drift into
a gentle kind of blue
***
Falling asleep
with the lights on;
afraid of the day’s ghosts
***
Most moments
offer pain;
forgetting days without
***
This cat knows no pain
only the comfort
of sitting on my wife’s head
gently kneading her hair
which smells of fresh conditioner,
tropical coconut
***
Sleep will carry us away
to subconscious formal wear
sitting across from you
in a dinner party dream
digesting today’s gone guests
***
And I will end
this poem
with my first waking thought
***
I say I love you twice
at bedtime
because I may not be here
to say it when I wake.
FM Ghost 
argh, beautiful and loving and stressful all at once! dreams.
fucking love this. I cant even pick a favorite line….
ok, since you twisted my arm…
“Sleep will carry us away
to subconscious formal wear
sitting across from you
in a dinner party dream
digesting today’s gone guests”
I love the playful way you carried this vision thru the stanza. just amazing…