lying in bed…

I see the walls move…
If I stand, will I fall?
lying in bed, I’m safe.
Hiding from the world I cannot hear.

lying in bed…
looking beside me,

I feel the warmth,
the comfort,
knowing if the room continues to move,
he will always be steady.

This poem was inspired by another’s poem with the same title.  Read Phylor’s Poem here: http://phylor.wordpress.com/2012/01/06/lying-in-bed-a-belated-carry-on-tuesday/

Thank you for the inspiration!