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.

The End

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