Passage back

Gather me a new memory,
plucked like ripe plum
and deposited in my souls gaping closet.

Sing me tired, so I can sleep.
String me up from the highest treetop
so I may wonder at the stars.

Wash me into shore,
like a surge of seaweed,
knowing only the taste of salt.

Wind the thread of my thinking
so I cannot get loose,
plucking at your jumper.

Wrap my heart in cotton
and snuggle my back
like an endless comfort quilt.

Entwine my lips
in soothing sips
that makes my tired eyelids close.

And love me, just love me.
Until the world stops, until the cold leaves,
until the night retreats from quiet solidarity.