Leaving my cocoon
Waking befuddled half
in and half out,
more appealing than real, the dreams still tout.
Of pretty lands and the prettiest face.
Of happy times with no races to race.
Behind lidded doors
remain safe and secure,
or into the world having avoided the lure.
A few minutes respite as memories dull,
am I ever strong enough to beat duvet pull.
Yet as fantasy dims
and reality says 'boo'
that prettiest face comes into my view.
And the life I'd feared cold is wonderfully warm.
My love lays beside me so perfect of form.
Waking with smiles all
snuggled in bed,
ready to face all that may lie ahead.
Leaving my cocoon with kisses to sever,
knowing my baby will be there forever.
Mar 2001 Mark Broomhall