I write this as I watch you rest your weary head down
on the soft velvet that is your dreams
I wonder if in those ephemeral scenes you escape to
I am an actor
in the plays that run in the night time.

I catch your tears in the crevices of my palms
till they're no longer yours
but ours,
and I wait slowly till the stars return gleaming in your eyes
in the solace of your sleeping I see you at serenity,
I see you at peace.
Away from the world that keeps taking and taking.

Sleep has taken the worry from your face,
and in the soft curves of your outline
I see the sea.

Lapping softly on the beach
like two lovers
in each other's arms.
Till the distance between them is blurred.
Till there's nothing left  but sighs
in the dead of the night.