Waking up before you
Won’t move a muscle
A quick turn within sheets
A nearly quiet rustle
Watching as you sleep
Head lying in palm
The lines on your face
A story at its calm
So many questions to wonder
What is it you’re dreaming of?
Where is it that you have gone?
Is it a place that you love?
It’s enough to just watch
But then I move in closer
You arm comes around me
Becoming my enclosure
As I listen to you breathe
I, too, close my eyes
It’s soothing and it’s simple
Oh, how time flies
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