G: [wakes up languidly, sits with her back against the headboard, draws up her knees, wraps her arms around them, she is still partly covered with the sheets]
Such is my solitude, he is next to me
And I awake feel my heart beating.
Would I feel his, if my hand would
Be placed on his chest? Would he
Feel mine in his sleep, can a heartbeat
Enter a dream, and haunt it forever
After? Why is it I wonder upon such
Ideas when I should feel nothing at all,
But the bliss of this moment, his body
Sleeping beside me, harmless, unharmed
My eyes that slowly adjust to the light
Yes, I can see him better now, he sleeps
With his lips slightly parted and he breathes
Through his mouth, his eyelids are trembling
It must be that he’s dreaming, they call
That rapid eye movement, it is visible
For the observant observer, one can
Actually see someone dreaming, I am
Seeing his dreams run across the inside
Of his eyes, and all I can do is wonder:
Does he really dream about me?
[she lays herself down again, against him]
What marvel possesses us in the depths
Or the heights of sleep? I shall lay my head
Beside him and try to find him, I shall
Join him in the movement of his eyes,
We shall look upon the same miracle
And be lost together.