All is dark, but no matter-
Our eyes are closed.
All is quiet, but for your soft little swallows echoing rhythmically.
I recline, relaxed, my arms and heart full.
As your breath warms my body (and soul), my peace is interrupted.
“Does she sleep through the night?” I remember them innocently asking.
Yes, you sleep... but I don’t mention your wakings.
Waking, when you’re aching for the comfort and security that only I can give-
Waking, for the reassurance that I will reach for you when you cry,
To know you won’t go hungry or unloved.
I wrap you in comfort, and my arms, entangling our bodies and our lives.
I feel our hearts beating so closely-
Such peace in the darkness,
Only we two will know.
Your tongue moves, singing silent praise, while my face glows through the shadows.
My mind again floats to them.
I cannot explain to those who have not understood-
You might sleep, if I let you cry,
But how could I give up this moment?
There are things more precious than sleep.
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