Moonsong

Her sleeping drifts under closed eyelids, so peaceful
Unable to sleep, I intrude in her darkness
I wonder what mysteries she must be dreaming
It's quiet in nighttime and outside it's colder

The lines in her face are pronounced in the shadows
I hope she awakens, my hands long to love her
If she were a goddess, how would I address her?
I wish I could watch us both side by side sleeping

When shе was much younger, she worked in thе movies
And now, to keep busy, she spends her time dancing
But she's best at loving, and I only watch her
I learned not to mind when she's gone, and she needs to

Some say I'm a poet, all know she's a woman
Despite whom she lives with, her breasts say she loves me
And now, while she's sleeping, her arms thrown away from her
I stand here above her, my white skin in the midnight