Watch Over Me (Morning So Confused)
I have no right to ask this, but the chrysalis grows thicker; I can feel my heart slowing down, my body growing cold, I seem to me almost transparent - such sorrow and such joy all at once! I fear this journey, and don't know which scares me more: the thought that I might not reach it's end, or the thought that I might. What will I find when I get out? And who'll watch over me in deep sleep?
I've never been more married than I am to you; No one can understand that, and I'm too tired to explain. Besides, you're the only one who needs to hear me, and love asks no questions anyway, only people do. You're probably still sleeping as I type this, and I feel the calm that is your breathing. I am the sentinel that keeps the world away from your door when you sleep. When you wake up, love, will you do the same for me? When did I become so lost, so fragile? And will you ever forgive me for being so weak?...
I've never been more married than I am to you; No one can understand that, and I'm too tired to explain. Besides, you're the only one who needs to hear me, and love asks no questions anyway, only people do. You're probably still sleeping as I type this, and I feel the calm that is your breathing. I am the sentinel that keeps the world away from your door when you sleep. When you wake up, love, will you do the same for me? When did I become so lost, so fragile? And will you ever forgive me for being so weak?...
posted by WebKat at 4:23 AM
1 Comments:
you are not weak, never weak. sometimes i loathe the distance between us, and the time zones... why wouldn't i? on the other hand, i do find comfort in the fact that i am awake when you sleep, and you are, when i am...
you know that i will always watch over you, and keep shadows and nightmares away from you while you sleep. there is no weakness in changing; you have delt with more than i could imagine having to deal with, and with so little a support system for you there, it burns my veins up even thinking of it.
there is never much i can do from here, and, i'm sure i will always think it's never enough. soon you will have an item, blessed, to keep with you that is part of me. i will have its other half, and no ocean or countries can break that.
you were already forgiven, before you even had to ask. and you never, never have to ask.
i love you.
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