She sleeps by me
I lie next to her and think of her
Her eyes closed away from me
Secrets kept hidden

Her warmth
A fireside on a cold December
My lips
Like monarchs in search of spring

I wonder if she knows I think of her

She sleeps and dreams of better days
I lie next to her and think of her

My fleeting eyes
Can see her sleeping
As they fly away

And she dreams of us
Dancing on a patch of grass

But eagles sore too far
Above the ground

And dreams like books
On a top library shelf
Always too hard to reach

So she keeps on dreaming
And so do I

I see her sleeping and think of her

I lie next to her and think of her

Her eyes kept away from me
My lips fly and my eyes soar

Underneath the covers

Lies and secrets

Closed away