cosmic cotton

in here

things are quiet
few words spoken
and a small breeze a fresh clean air
and the possibility – if you want it –
of a smile.

I may reach out
I may not
you’ll feel me anyway
from where I sit, right within you
from across this space and time

its like seeing with eyes bolted
with no front door to protect
yet all the safety you could ask for

its as though I’m’ wrapped in a cosmic cotton bubble
unpoppable, that feeling before falling

asleep
in love
for the illusion that its all real

if I look dazed, giddy
it’s only because I’m, high on the trip
of just about falling asleep
just about going
just about remembering

and if I close my eyes
I’ll still be looking right at you