and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest,¹
while I, myself do stand and guard your sleep.
voices; sweet soprano, alto, tenor, baritone, bass
a choir of angels - singing gloria - are yours.
enchanted by your beauty, grace, and resilience
and in dreams you part those lips so soft

(I want to kiss you, now.)

words without thoughts never to heaven go²
but these thoughts are stunned to breathlessness,
am i to hell for lack of words to accompany thought?
a finger tracing that cheek of pale silk,
I see those lips curve up to smile, and hear the angels
as they sing to you in dreams, and comfort's arms.

(Everything is nothing, but for you.)

this is the very ecstacy of love,³
to watch you dream of little moments with the lids
upon those eyes so crystal clear, and neried.
a yawn escapes my lips, now, i've lingered far too long
past my own time of rest, and sleep, and dreams of you,
i curl, protectively, around your body in my bed,

(it is to sleep.)

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.⁴

12/05/2003

Author's Note: ¹Hamlet, Act v, Sc.2, ²Hamlet, Act iii, Sc.3, ³Hamlet, Act ii, Sc.1, ⁴Macbeth, Act ii, Sc. 2

Posted on 12/05/2003
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