In Coma

Silence

Such silence

but the wind of the fan

and the breath of a dog

In darkness

not darkest

to the flame of lighter

to the simmer of a log

In comfort, In safety

In house or in car

In life, In death

in bed or in bar

The warmth in the air

and the cotton of your shirt

your scent lingers in waiting

for freshening with your return

In sleep or in conscience

in coma or REM

one face stands to flutter

in the frozen land

when the world has stopped spinning

and the clock doesnt tick

when the clouds cease to float

and the words seems to stick

close my eyes, always open

refresh my sight

in the darkest darkness

ill still see a light

its the light that brings morning

that pries these heavy eyes

from a slumber of discomfort

without you in mine

but steady the heart

that finds you in the night

for the feed that you taste

will always be mine