All is dark, but for the glimmer of moonlight dancing through the slit of my curtains,
His face, illuminated by that moonbeam, appears calm and peaceful.
All the anxieties, fears, resentments, and worries washed away as he sleeps.
Only peace and contentment remain.
I am awake,
Sleep does not come so easily for me this night.
As I lay beside him, my hand reaches out to stroke his brow,
Drawing invisible lines across his handsome face.
I drink in his features, committing them to memory.
His head, shaven clean the day before, feels cool and soft to the touch.
His ears, laying flat against his face, are traced with my fingertip,
Caressing the lobe, I feel him stir quietly.
His brow, strong and unfurrowed no longer show proof of his jovial ways...the laugh lines no long visible in his peaceful sleep.
His eyes, a rich, warm brown colour and so animated, are now closed, covered in lashes so black.
His nose, perfectly fitting for his face makes soft snuffling sounds as he goes deeper into slumber.
His lips, awww his lips.....so soft and full, draw me closer as I gently kiss them.
How sweet they taste.
The moonbeam has slowly passed across his face,
No longer shining on his handsome features.
But I am not worried.
They are all committed to memory now.
