Velvet
These winds,
gentle as the night.
Leaves rock to sleep.
From the tiny gaps
through the night wood,
moonbeams fall
on my bed, your arm.
Everything brightens up again.
Your ear on my lips,
soft as a dream.
Whisper is a bird
that comes daily
in the small hours of morning
with its favorite note.
Arm becomes a home
and nights are not long enough.
Never will be.
Lovers Sleeping -- Meredith O'Neal
