We journey apart in the night,
Though we appear to lie
On this same mattress,
Like two bodies on a raft.
In these hours we become our vessels,
And drift into the waters
Of our subconscious seas.
We take a different course
Each, into the realisation of our hopes
And fears, and snatches of memory
Like a half-heard tune that won't be placed.
We sail into the recesses of the mind,
Away from each other
And the facts of touching and knowing,
Into a place where even your existence
Cannot be guaranteed -
Until we wash up on the morning shore
From separate sleeping ways,
From the dark hours travelled apart
To arrive back here, emerging
Onto this cold shore, bright and solid.