He sleeps
The sounds of inhaling and exhaling break like the sound of waves coming in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
His face; sweetly peaceful in dreams of love and wonder.
I long to be his dream; the muse of his unconscious mind.
The one his wandering thoughts come to rest on.
A home for his ideas.
My dream is him.
He is the reality of which I dreamed. The reality I now have.
The one who my thoughts run to.
The treasure I never thought I would find.
The magic I thought the world had killed.
The key to my heart I didn't know I had lost.
He's the only thing I want, but for now,
He sleeps.
