Sleepy Rhymes

Friday 22nd August 2008

Insomnia Infatuate

When you sleep,

I touch your face.

And kiss your eyes.

Closed for now;

Till morning shines.

You breathe your breaths;

Some hushed.

Some not.

Each one still means;

You're here with me.

And with me here,

You breathe nightly.

For when you sleep;

The self restore.

So you're my love;

A new day more.