She is Just Sleeping
She is just sleeping,
her arms folded so neatly, as though
she stood at a wedding. I could almost hear the bells
ringing.
She is just sleeping.
Her eyes sealed shut like someone ran a zipper across,
but they could still flutter open once she returns
from that blissful place our minds take us in slumber.
She is just sleeping,
wearing a lovely silk gown with flowers surrounding her,
covering her inch by inch. She always did adore daisies,
but I do not see any.
She is just sleeping.
Her mouth is so still, but her lips look as though
they just might move
into a tiny smile.
So goodnight, my friend. Sweet dreams.
We can talk as soon as you wake up. After all,
you
are
just
sleeping.
