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.
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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