Beside you, <br />Lying down at dark, <br />My waking fits your sleep. <br /> <br />Your turning <br />Flares the slow-banked fire <br />Between our mingled feet, <br /> <br />And there, <br />Curved close and warm <br />Against the nape of love, <br /> <br />Held there, <br />Who holds your dreaming <br />Shape, I match my breathing <br /> <br />To your breath; <br />And sightless, keep my hand <br />On your heart's breast, keep <br /> <br />Nightwatch <br />On your sleep to prove <br />There is no dark, nor death.<br /><br />Philip Booth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightsong/
