At Slumber's Border
adrift in the blurred border
of hypnotic slumber, forgetting,
remembering, dozing off and away,
then, just like one jolted up
from a dream, or a diver gasping
hard, surging up and out of a stream,
he groggily fumbles about
his bed worried, but with her warmth
across his chest, he smiles, sighs,
eternally grateful to high heavens
for this true treasure he has been
so undeservedly blessed to keep !
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