How doth my toddler sleep so drenched in life
Whose rosy cheeks uplifted to the light
Are shadowed by curved lashes void of strife
Behind them plays the sleeper’s second sight
His hands are dimpled still and finally quiet
Though finger twitch belies their stored up flight
The busy grasp of waking hours defy it:
My gentle kiss that foils tremendous might
I watch him nap like seeing sleep could save me
If practiced I this lapsed internal night
My tired eyes take what the goddess gave me
I rest beside him, languish in delight
For once awake his angel halo’s broken
And I from my besottedness awoken
