Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Sleep

Nestled in the nook of his neck and shoulder
I watch the pale moonlight
Trickle through a mesh of the leaves
To fall on the one, who I love and hold

The moonlight on the perfect lines of his face
The shadow of the leaves falling like silent rain drops all along his body
The calmness of his rhythmic breathing
Take me a to land, where I sleep.

1 comments:

Pallav said...

No wonder you are sleepy in the morning...