I can hardly keep my eyes open

I hear the wind
as if in a far tinned tunnel
voicing its distraction

I can’t answer questions
step onto the platform
I have no answers

I am cold

I am going to take a nap
under a soft blanket
and when I awake maybe
I will have felt your warm breath
and know

I am dream

I walk the labyrinth
hedged by clean scented lavender
my step takes me back
upon itself
weaving round and around
and back again
as I step nearer
to your sweet  invitation

I long as each curve bends
my step closer
to your whisper
curving me
back to reflection
circling close
to what seems the beginning
a start over
yet drawing me nearer

I reach for your hand
to hold me near
but I know
this is my journey alone

I keep hope you are there

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Author’s Note:

From NaPoWriMo Day 27: And now for our prompt! Our early-bird prompt this year (on March 31) was an ekphrastic poem. This is something similar — a poem written from a photograph. There are four below, one of which I hope will catch your fancy. But if you’ve a particular photo in mind that you’d like to use, go right ahead. Happy writing!