Are you there, love?
Inside the ivory cradle, do thoughts still drift?
Nerves still crackle, impulses race?
Inside your head, the spring and well of life, do you dream?
Wander the grey squiggle corridors of your mind,
lost?
Are you confined to the curved walls of your skull?
Or does the stream of your consciousness trickle down into your body?
Can you feel your feet? Your arms? Your legs?
Is my voice in your ear?
Do you hear me speak?
And if you wake up, will you long for this sleep?