II. THE PILLOW

To know you think of me

Sustains my Spirit

Through the long night.

( My thought of you

Is wine, banishing sleep! )

Your thoughts of me are feathers,

Light nothings,

Drifting, dancing,

Floating,

Blown by a breath of fancy

Away from your sight.

They would choke me,

They would blind me

With the Nothing I am to you

If I dared see them;

But I bind them into a pillow,

And to know that you think of me

Sustains my spirit

Through the night.