As Night I slipped in through the cool glass window
Gently planting kisses on your forehead
Your eyelids slowly falling
And your mind succumbing
To pleasured dreams of distant places

The docile drops of rain falling upon your window sill
Pitter-patter pitter-patter
The stray moonlight casting sterling glimmers on a chair once stolen
Too small for sitting
But just right for standing

Yet the sun had risen
Flooding the sky with aureate wonder
Rough and unrelenting
Ousting the drops of quiet rest
Rousing you from your tender dreams

I let myself out through the lacquered door
Keeping to the shadows which had blanketed us so closely
And as slowly my domain gave way to the radiant day
I watched as Day slipped in through the cool glass window
Gently planting kisses on your cheek