Lonely spaces

If you give me time to think,
I move away from you
to where the world of living meets
the world of the dead.
To the dark recesses of yesterday
pulling blinds over the sunbeams
which stream from your soul to mine.
Banished faces re-surface
kicking old nightmares awake
and I grapple with them
begging for release
from the unlit cocoons,
sanity dying a quiet death
while you sleep peacefully,
innocent baby in my arms.
Lonely, for I am here with you
and you are someplace away.