Sleeping Beauty Shall I watch, or shall I wake my sleeping beauty? Shall I loose the gentle passions in my heart? To her bedside, silent raptures coursing through me, Draw me to her, as a candle in the dark.
Sleeping Beauty In the silence of the moment she lays dreaming, Wrapped in moonlight, graced by angels, lays my love. Standing quietly at the bedside, in the gleaming Of the heavens, dressed in starlight, far above.
Sleeping Beauty It is late, "so late ... so early ...", she'd admonish. Yet the magic in the moment holds me so. As I soothe a lock of hair, dare I caress starlit skin? ... do I wake her? ... do I go? /TKT