I want to wake up early some morning
At the same time as the sun
And become aware that lying next to me
My love is sleeping soundly
Emanating warmth.
Sleep is a beautiful state
At the intersection of peace and vulnerability
The sleeper breathes with such lightness
As if the weight of the world were on
Anyone's shoulders but his.
Behind his eyelids, I pray for there to be
Only the nicest things to dream
The rays of sunlight tap on the window
My eyes trace the softest features of his body
I long for a kiss, so gentle
But I dare not disturb his slumber.