Good Night

Half closed eyelids, damp eyes,
the last thoughts of the day 
slowly caressing you into peaceful sleep,
you slide into the shelter of your blanket
your own little haven of innocence
as you lay there in a fetal position,
pure.
lucid streams of colours
fill your mind with dreams
interweaving fragments of your life
and you lay there, free from worries of the world
with a half smile on your face
the hair draping over your face
your feet sliding against satin
every turn you make
the heart cringes out of fear
and tries to reach out to your being

I can keep looking at you for an eternity
thy natural and sublime form calls me back
but I must go back to my stark reality
and so I wish you, good night.