Sugarplums once danced
Now shadows advance stealthily
A grimace replaces angelic calm

Hand on mine
Apologies weigh on eyes and lips
Standing solemn
Hope of comfort

Fog of sleep lifts
Arms wrap, breaths fall into rhythm
Heartbeats synch
calm returns

Pushing aside impish blonde locks
I touch your face, flushed
Perfect

My child
My world
My calming grace

My honour to be your armour
Your safety
Your sweet return to slumber