Sometimes I am only pretending to be asleep…

Sometimes I am only pretending to be asleep…
I call it squinting with the “glassy eye…”
Resting under the tender hand of the unseen…
I scan for any threats.

I rest in reason…
Like a dank, chubby, snake…
Keeping your memory fresh and sweet…
And ready to strike at anything that would interrupt it.

Relaxing in the empty quiet…
Listening to the rattle of the wind…
Accepting the seasons of my heart…
Remembering your sacred tears.

Always alert for something goofy…
Entertainment comes unannounced…
Maybe my butler will start dancing with his own shadow…
Or try to sing a song.

It is all sublime…
A part of who I will always be…
Placed on this earth to comfort and protect…
Always making sure that you are warm and safe.

I love you,

Annie