My Collection of Poems

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.