I Sleep in Shades of Ochre

My days are hectic,
filled with demands, yet
I feel You constantly;
holding my heart,
helping me to see.

At night, my pillow
becomes Your lap.
I lay my head upon a
silken robe, inviting
You to speak, dream.

Visions surface in
opaque shades,
penetrating the darkness;
waves of love caressing
me to sleep (awake).

I am a blank page.
You are my Master.
My pillow is white, but...
I sleep in shades of ochre.  

Written April 30, 2001