it's late <br />and the night sings softly <br />a melody wrapped <br /> in ribbons <br />syncopated to our <br /> beating heart <br />your sleeping beauty <br /> freed of the harries of the day <br />the secret smile you <br /> lock away <br />from the toils of daylight <br /> dances her way freely <br /> to your mouth and <br />across your face <br /> childlike again in <br /> the dark shelter of this bed <br />under the orange clouds of <br /> midnight sky <br /> and the hidden hours <br />between <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> the sun will come <br /> dragging you <br />to the world again <br /> where the hours linger <br />like old meat <br /> the toils come <br />to collect their due <br /> and people are <br /> unkind <br /> <br />but i saw you <br /> while you slept <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the soft orange clouds <br /> your sigh of my touch <br /> the younger shade of your heart <br />your secret smile <br /> your dancing lips <br /> <br />and the hidden hours <br /> between<br /><br />alexandre arnau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-beauty-2/
