Awakening Closed Eyes

Eyes so wide
the remembered regard
but few hours past,
spinning their magic web,
darting to and from
my furrowed brow,
questioning mouth,
tangled hair,
patient senses.

How active
your closed portals now.

Anxious pupils
roam about vision-wary galaxies,
that place you go
when "goodnights" are finished,
when I am left with your lids melded fast,
securing their fettered rest,
while deep beneath
your resting seekers of light,
soil of desert gardens
offer respite and growth,
as weeds of lost battles
vie for position.

How rhythmic
these sleeping eyes,
vision-toned fluttering,
an undulating pale cover
like drifting sands of synaptic storms,
forging dunes of subconscious discovery.

Tomorrow's dawn,
soon breaking,
invites still further
clouds and gales,
abated by sun's insistence,
even as light's warmth
will once again
take refuge in your heart,
while another night's darkness
arouses more blitz chess of the mind,
dreamland's game,
played somewhere unknown,
perhaps far off.

Still...

Bound by your sight,
destined for that nowhere,
yet everywhere,
my musing of trust
ushers me to where my ever-wakeful heart
abides and awaits your night-journey's end,
the opening of your eyes,
the waking whispers
that open mine.