Flower, regarded.

We WILL have tea in the afternoon someday,

and a glass of the sweetest of sherry in the evening

and get groggy because we're talking the way sisters talk

on my velvet green futon

deep, deep into the night,

until it becomes the morning

and you will fall into a peaceful sleep

with your hair matted all around your face

and your mouth slightly open

gurgling soft happy snoring sighs

and I will cover you with the afghan I made

a long time ago

before I ever met you

but I knew you a long time

before then

and stroke your hair back

from your face

and rest my hand there

and place my head

so close to yours

we breathe together

while I drift off

before dawn.

--Shining Dawn