waking up to you
watching while he dreams
listen to the rythm of sleep as it
exhales and inhales....
gentle soft touch
brushing his hair,
strands fall through my fingers
falling back only lighter than before.
unsaid thoughts wander
and billow like thunder throughout,
blind to see lightning
why can't i find the storm?
i look at him sprawled on the bed
alone
reaching that place where i sleep.
so peaceful,
he leaves me unable to speak
softly speaks his dreams to me,
but i am here,
on the other side of sleep.
breathes heavy sighs and turns
face to face but with closed eyes.
why cant he see the beauty i do behind
those rootbeer eyes?
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