Back and forth, back and forth, together you And I. Back, your eyelids droop; forth, again They falter. Swaying thus we rock into Dreams awaiting you, yet my eyes remain As they were -- and a dream it seems to me. Content as my heart is your breath on my Face, weary as my brow you seem to be. Your legs are slack across my own, and by The sweat beads on your head I know you sleep A deep and peaceful sleep. Golden curls crown Your boyishness -- for its waning I weep. In such thought, sweet and sorrowful, I drown. While over your features my eyes roam, I see, my child, your face is a poem.
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