I sit knowing
That you’re asleep
Curled like an
Infant under sheets
Dreaming of things
Even possibly me
Awaken to words
That dance like
Ballerinas across stage
Knowing that you’re
Here with me
And my coffee
Good morning sweetheart
I sit knowing
That you’re asleep
Curled like an
Infant under sheets
Dreaming of things
Even possibly me
Awaken to words
That dance like
Ballerinas across stage
Knowing that you’re
Here with me
And my coffee
Good morning sweetheart