Next to me
I hear your breathing
I feel you next to me
You are asleep
I run my hand across your forehead
I push back the hair from your face
I lean forward and kiss
Each of your eyelids, softly, gently
I kiss your cheek, I say goodnight.
Sweet dreams my love
Wherever they may have taken you.
In my dreams I hear your breathing
Next to me
©Fred Pentney 2004