Morning Light

Right before your eyelids flutter open

With a vision too dazed and a heart too heavy;

Right before the beams of light gently dancing with the curtains 

Touch your eyes, when you stand on the very 

Cusp of gaining consciousness- you feel something

You’ve never felt before.

There is a man in your dreams, who holds you,

talks to you.

His voice is soft- nothing to be alarmed about.

His touch is void of anger, grief, or lust.

As you rise from your dreams, you sit quietly, 

Delicately; clutching the fabric of your sheets:

You do not know this feeling.

You stare ahead in a mindless abyss,

Too fragile to stir, too frail to be woken from your dreams- 

Or your visions?

Gripping the skin of your own arm, taking in your own scent, 

There is not much you can do. 

But when you shall leave, leave ever so carefully-

Gently, for that is the place that you felt the pieces of your dreams die.

Love is an immense word after all.

All you can wish for is to be understood.

Vidushi Raajput