Little poem late at night as per usual
Castaway, all alone,
The stars shone down last night.
Upon your perfect sleeping head,
The curls that shine like the sun .
Adrift you float,
In your own head.
Without a concrete paddle,
Your thoughts upon a wooden boat
That drifts down memory lane.
Asleep your eyes look delicate
They hold lightly on to dreams
And I sit and watch you sleep
Content that you're with me.