Frozen toe tips on your bed –
skin to sheet and sheet to head.
Nighttime dreaming, wide awake –
the tiny tales you create.

Tucking toe tips tight and warm,
sleeping curled, perfect form.
And thoughts are somewhere far away,
and life’'s forgotten 'til the day.

Tiny toe tips, kept in socks –
a perfect fit for nighttime walks.
Innocence, you hardly wear –
and in a sense, I hardly care.

As I watch you fade tonight,
drifting softly out of sight,
there’'s nothing more I’'d rather do
than tiptoe off, away with you.

05/24/2004

Posted on 05/24/2004
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