At Last the Day

The morning chills
but sunlight's reassuring.
Voices fill the house
so Samuel is not
alone as during the night.

The special lonliness of night,
all the weight,
hanging in space,
sips at the darkness,
drawing the vacuum.

Samuel's hand
scratching on the pillow
sounds like breathing.
He can make beast sounds,
half conscious nightmares.

see the video featuring pillow scratch sounds: http://youtu.be/kFcJvhds6oM

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