Only to pillows, alone in my bed <br />Do I pour out my soul, wholly ready <br />For passion to show with the coming dusk <br />That ushers you here. Receive you I must, <br />So I begin waiting for sleep's gateway <br />To bring me relief, for you are my fate. <br />Pillows only talk back to fools like me. <br />Carefully warning that once more they see <br />Me lonely and sad, weeping for love that <br />Cannot be. Still, living in hope I chat <br />To them more, clutching at chances we may <br />Be meeting in more than ether one day. <br />Then I sleep, and with the first dream I feel <br />Your love and reach out, it is so real. <br />I imagine the pillow-soft bulk your <br />Warm frame lying alongside me. For <br />Comfort I cling to the cushion, cover <br />My head, whispering low to my lover, <br />Wetting my words with hot tears I now try <br />Accepting my fate, without knowing why.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-to-pillows/
