Dream You Awaken From and To

I come to your pillow to whisper sing
Neil Young in your ear.

You are sleeping, your eyelids shuttering
in response to a nightfear.

You sweat cold because cold is knocking
at our room’s barrier
and the window lets it in.

The cold is freezing in a foggy room with a
damp bed from dewy draught.

It chills my skin as seeing me holding you
tight tight to release your fright.

The cold is freezing in a foggy room with you
releasing a gripping bite from a
dream you awaken from and to.