Nightmares

And beside me he sleeps,

Hands wrapped 'round my waist,

And upon my chest rests his quiet face,

With his furrowed brow,

And a shaken sigh,

"Hush, my dear, you've no reason to cry."

And beside me he sleeps,

Though a rough day has past,

I'm his first in the morning,

And at night I'm his last,

And though my tears quiet,

Awakens does he,

Placing a kiss upon my cheek,

And comforting me.

Then once again,

His hands find my waist,

And again upon my chest he rests his quiet face,

And beside me

He sleeps.