Solitary Being

You sleep so nice You're a solitary figure Slumped in half with a crease down your back; Your breath takes time It's a solitary movement Moves the room drifts my thoughts into sleep; Orion's belt Is my solitary vision Stars and stripes and other bright things; My ears burn some solitary ringing there's no sound no sound in this room; The morning light Casts its solitary shadows Growing strong growing stronger on you; I hear your voice A solitary rumble God knows how to laugh after all.