Sleep III

I love when you are
sleeping, for you are
so very lovely
yet, so unaware.

I love how you are
peacefully at rest
in such an open,
vulnerable state.

I love the way you
smile- that hidden smile
I’ve only caught a
few brief glimpses of
during the day-time.

I love what you have
become when you are
dreaming, my dear, the
way you appear more
dazzling, dreaming
beneath silver rays.

I love you for the
creature you’ve become
and for the creature
you’ve made me in this
satin paradise.