Of my bed,
His light bathes my face,
And I know I can never
Touch him.
Sometimes he seems
Close to me,
And lives
In the perfect ball.
Other times
He turns his light away,
Or softly changes
Shape.
He watches over me
In slumber,
A beautiful
Protective glow.
In dreams I am with him,
We exist side by side,
And I am his comfort,
Just as he
Is mine.
As the sun rises,
He kisses my cheek,
Whispering gently,
"Wake my love,
And I'll return
Tonight."
Photo: Paul Jones
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