Mornings Like This

Sometimes I need only feel your arms around me
In the way that you hold me even in your sleep
As though you would protect me from all 
the hopelessness in the world
Even when you are feeling hopeless. When
on mornings of uncertain fog
closely following on incomplete days and nights,
The rays of a brightening sun shaft through the window
And somewhere inside, I begin to feel whole again...
You, asleep, somewhere far but close here
Where there is the hope that soon the far will be near.
Walking on the edge of a vacuum 
that threatens to spread and envelop and cut
On mornings like this...