Fluttering eyelids give away
your quiet slumber in the summer sun.
I wonder what your dreams are made of,
silken memories?gossamer ghosts?
Plundering pirates?

I see the younger you as you sleep,
helpless like a newborn, still as a millpond, but
somber thoughts must have invaded, you've
wrinkled your brow, I lean over and caress your face
you ease back to Lethe, oblivious to my watching.

I want to see the images that are racing through your mind
I want to smother you, until I alone own you, you're mine
I want to rediscover all over again why I fell in love with you
I want to feel that first flush, rush of rapture
I want to know that you want that too.

The summer sun is fading into umber tones
The earth has been warmed, and the lustre of
The day is nearly at an end. Yet, still you slumber.
The sun has taken a somber tone, it's time to wake, go home.
The lover at slumber, needs to become my husband again.