Tuesday, March 23, 2004

In the still of the night...

In the still of the night

I can hear her breathing

In the still of the night

she stirs with knitted brow

In the still of the night

her dreams are troubled

In the still of the night

she moans and is afraid

In the still of the night

she cries out as if wounded

In the still of the night

I worry about her

In the still of the night

I turn to her

In the still of the night

I call her name and caress her

In the still of the night

I wake her from her nightmare

In the still of the night

I hold her in my arms

In the still of the night

I murmur little things to her

In the still of the night

she quiets and calms

In the still of the night

I love her so

In the still of the night

she falls sleep

In the still of the night

she is still again

1 comment:

  1. I Love this poem!!!! And My man who wrote it.

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