the moon draws lines across your face,

rendering you peaceful and pale. 

your hair is curled against your forehead,

your eyes pressed shut. 

you are breathtaking, dear,

no matter your thoughts. 

in your tranquility

there is beauty. 

i wish to be with you,

in your dreaming state,

but to witness you lying here

is enough to satiate my love. 

the creases between your eyes

have relaxed and gone to bed,

letting you be slow and gently

and beautiful in your sleep.