Right Beneath You, Right Within You

Like a melancholy light
glowing below your window,
I live to be your eyes
when my tired angel
meets the night- and you tuck
your wings in gently
across your heart.

In those sweet, silent hours
I watch you dream....
and the feelings I can't help
rush forward;
I know I want to be
all yours,
hoping that no one takes
the happiness you've been through
while you now clear your mind.

I will myself-
my breathing is strained,
sporadic, cutting-
to not turn around
and touch your face....
if I broke from this glass
to place my hand
on top of your beating pulse,
I would never make it alive.
It pains me to be so close
yet have you dream so
far away....decades, centuries,
whole galaxies
separated.

The morning will awake you
and I will only pray for rest.
How your beauty will be heated
by the mold of a spring day,
how innocently- unknowingly
you will leave my sight.

And the sun will follow you, and
not I.

As long as the world
remembers you are fragile,
as long as you come back
filled with awaiting lullabies....
I will whisper them from the outside
wishing you'd hear them inside.

But like my love,
the light I am enclosed in
will always burn on
through your dreams,
through day,
through every night
that may win over your heart.

Written March 12, 2012