The Night

As humid skin beckons to unite
And a head rests on a chest
Chimes jingle in the cool breeze
A palm waivers in time

A yawn erupts like thunder
Rolling thunder across southern skies
Then her breathing slows with the winds
Chimes silence and the palm calms

Her chest rises and falls as sure as the tide
Like a spring zephyr it glides over his chest
Her breath keeping time through the night

The night is calm
Beautiful and easy
Without storms or turmoil
No nightmares or stress

The night is clear
Magical and elegant
Like a star filled sky
No clouds nearby

Lord let my angel sleep
Lord let my angel sleep

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