I would like to watch you sleeping, <br />which may not happen. <br />I would like to watch you, <br />sleeping. I would like to sleep <br />with you, to enter <br />your sleep as its smooth dark wave <br />slides over my head. <br /> <br />and walk with you through that lucent <br />wavering forest of bluegreen leaves <br />with its watery sun & three moons <br />towards the cave where you must descend, <br />towards your worst fear <br /> <br />I would like to give you the silver <br />branch, the small white flower, the one <br />word that will protect you <br />from the grief at the center <br />of your dream, from the grief <br />at the center. I would like to follow <br />you up the long stairway <br />again & become <br />the boat that would row you back <br />carefully, a flame <br />in two cupped hands <br />to where your body lies <br />beside me, and you enter <br />it as easily as beathing in <br /> <br />I would like to be the air <br />that inhabits you for a moment <br />only. I would like to be that unnoticed <br />& that necessary.<br /><br />Margaret Atwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/variations-on-the-word-sleep/
