Awoken from a nightmare
I crawl into your warm bed.
To keep on breathing
I allow myself to forget
how perishable you are,
little bones and blood,
your soul uncontianed
like a spirited wind.
For if I were to remember
that you, too
shall die, and nothing
will protect you and no one
knows the day or the hour,
how could I sleep,
and how, I ask, could I be awake?
Pebbles in my mouth 
Poignant lines, especially the ending.
Thanks a lot, this feeling is still following me around…