I see the sun dip on your face,
As morning rise with all her grace.
Mine eyes are latched on to your hair
That sings praise to your face so fair.
Her body stirs from dreams of gone,
I drink her in the light of dawn.
I watch her in her dreamer’s gold,
And pray that she be mine to hold.
I trace her dreams, they make no sense,
I cry her tears in resonance.
Reves cling to her lips of pink,
Into her sleeping smile I sink.
I would that someday she be mine,
To steal one moment of her time.
to keep her safe from sleeper’s harm,
and have her breathing in my arms.
Sing for me,