that I lie upon my lonely bed
courting sleep.
My Soul reaches out
gently searching for you
seeking out your oh so familiar golden essence.
It is then that I feel you in the corridors
your presence resonates
In my minds eye I see your strong hand as it reaches out
and caresses a cold bulkhead.
You often prowl during the stillness of the night
often stopping to listen to the normal sounds of your silvery mistress.
Pausing only to check to see if all your children are safe in their warm beds.
It is then, when this prowling is finished, that you then come to me.
I hear the swish of the doors as they open to admit your most welcome admittance.
I feel the rustle of your body as it sits gently upon the bed,
feel the chilled flesh as it gently presses close to mine
seeking the warmth of what I am.
I often wonder though,
If she is your mistress
And they,
your children.
Then what am I?
