flickering was the night
you were fast asleep
and in my eyes you
might have died.
your breathing slowed
and your worried eyes
you looked so calm
around us the night's alive.
when we drift into
some slipping place
I look at you with
your saving grace
we depart to sleep
nestled arm in arm
waking in a world of vision
and a field of green.
I focus on the notions of 'cherry'.