I SIT HERE NOW!

I sit here now, watching her sleep,

On the settee she slumbers

In her sojourn of peace,

Defying all what is around her

In her quietude,

The tv plays pop videos

Without sound coming through,

Where has she gone to?

What is her journey?

The dusk of late afternoon has

Her dozing early,

Inertia has taken over her quietly

This Sunday,

It's so far away from the distaste

Of Monday,

Peaceful!

A slight murmur in her breath

As she embraces, rhythmically

The world in her sleep,

A secret graced only by a courteous

Need,

In an underworld haven a place for

The free,

And love takes a back seat without

Fear, fuss or fret,

The coma sleep cradles no other

May tread,

She alone, can travel its nebulas

Depths,

And wake from the magic gently

Refreshed.

I sit here now, watching her sleep,

With dressing gown draped over her

As she warms the settee,

The tv plays pop videos with sound

On delete,

And the peace she exudes brings a

comforting endearment to me.