Let me hold a vigil as you rest,
caught between the half-kept darkness
and the sound of daylife just outside,
gathering your cares and watching
as you try to slip the sapping world away.
Let me guard the rise and fall of sleep within you
as I listen to the quiet breathing of your heart,
the grating rumble of your past,
and the carelessness of skin beneath the sheets.
Let me brush away the idle hairs that fall across your eyes,
pushing back their veiling strands
before they shroud your spirit in their weight
and tether fast your dreams.
Let me kiss your head and settle in
to stay between these moments
and the ever-asking door,
a quiet lover in the corner of your tired, rolling dusk.
Let me hold this vigil by your side,
and I will be here for you when you wake.