My thoughts on watching my children sleep.

Sitting, watching you sleep,
as your breath moves the sheet that drapes you,
wanting to be there in your dreams so we are together, unparted,
as you rest through the visions that unfold then recede in colorful visions,
waiting patiently for each moment then the next, anticipating each breath the same,
as your face remains restful, your slumber tranquil, your body relaxed and at ease,
engulfed in the mystery of all mysteries, the natural world displaying in the infinite mind,
undefined, inconsequential, existing only in those moments where all else is not,
wanting to be inside those visions with you, to comfort you from what might disturb such a slumber,
knowing they are only there for a moment then gone to be a memory or forgotten,
hoping all that you see are the things that please you and endow you with the favor of enjoyment,
your breathing changes slightly, you stir gently in search of soothing, without hesitation you are appeased,
the hour grows late, the earth shifts through the stars, my eyes grow heavy in need of sleep,
only a few more minutes I want, only a few more moments I need, to let go of this heaven in front of me,
as I sit in the dim light of this dark room watching you as you sleep.

Jade Jaspers