The rising moon sends a shaft of cool light
shining down, bathing her in its glow.
I think I could sit here for hours just watching her sleep;
she is so beautiful it takes my breath away.
Even when I cannot see her extraordinary eyes,
her face is lovely.
Now, in repose,
there is only the slightest tension evident.
As always, a tiny part of her remains alert.
A sigh, and she moves in her sleep,
arm reaching out, searching for me,
a frown appearing, her eyelids fluttering.
Quick as I can I lie down next to her,
resting my head against her shoulder,
wrapping my arms around her.
She settles down right away and breathes a deep sigh,
a slight smile erasing the lines of worry.
She is such a cuddler when she sleeps,
but I don't tell her that.
She'd be embarrassed, grumbling that
she has a reputation to maintain.
By the Gods! I do love her.
I wonder if she knows how much.
As if in answer, she shifts and
all at once I am cradled in her arms,
warm, safe and secure.
Still asleep, she brushes a kiss across my hair.
She knows.
Happier than I've ever been,
I snuggle down and close my eyes.
First thing tomorrow morning, I'll tell her again.

© Ellie Maziekien
7/26/2000