Armed with my strawberry cup I tuck myself in
And make a vessel in the sheets to sleep,
As if on water, as if in peace.
If quiet ripple turns to flood, will you be there?
The staggering brilliance of days
Is almost more than one can take,
But we should take and marvel at the gift,
Love our freedom as flawed as it is.
I trot by your side like a little doe,
Though there is no knowing where we go
Or go not, from here,
The world bathes in light with you near.
All is very self-oriented lately,
The I is too high a temple,
Armed with my creed I tuck myself in,
Battle good old neurosis with dreams…
