A holy lady

Asleep, on the couch for 3 hrs, am I now awake, even?

Beside me, pantomime shadows, what goes on, outside, oneself, what else?

Did she knock, did I dream her gone, or some thing, and a text feels for …something

I wonder, will one day I wake up every night, to feel if she’s there next to me, really

Asleep, I was born to sight

I saw her today, again, like some spirit passed on the liminal radar

I turned my head, and did what was right only, and she owes me nothing

Because I’m fulfilled in her, I did right for a lady

That I live to say I thank her, to see her, only, her spirit proves me worthy

What else is True, but that spirit, in her, in I, synchronised, made noble, holy?