When he lay beside me
in the velvet ink of nighttime poetry.
I could hear the peaceful
ripples of lazy
mountain streams
or the cry of a dolphin
far away in his guiding
light of the deep sea.
Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams
that danced upon wavelet
of calm blue oceans.
His breath of sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy island.
And when he touched
me with his fingertips
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
As he swam in the
deep waters of the
Piscean seas.
He held my hand
as we explored
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom
And we travelled to morning
In synchronous grace.
Like dolphins that guide
lost sailors home
in front of their ships.