Poem: Tears in the morning

Lying back in bed
Warm and alone in the morning
Thinking or reading

It's as if the tears are unfettered
They roll easily for sweet thoughts
As swiftly for melancholy
They seep from the corners of my eyes
And threaten my ears
More and more easily they come

I don't know if it's the comfort
Of the blanket and the quiet
Or memories waiting in the wings

But here I lie and wish to stay
In an illusion of being held
Carried by the mattress
Through the dream-tossed sea

The thoughts and stories read in morning
Seem more close, more mine
More like a memory of yearning
To remain and be thine.