Lull Sweeter Dreams To Me

Each night, As sleep eludes me, I lie With my feet tangled in sheets That should be tangled around yours, And the silence That deafens With the lack of your sleeping breath. As the minutes and hours crawl, I pray silently For those 3 words That will break this spell. To ease me down Into the oblivion of blissful rest. To hear them from your lips Or fingertips, Just 3 words, I don't mind which, 'I love you' Or, 'I miss you.' Spoken as you used to, Would be the greatest draught upon my soul. I will not rush, Only wait patiently and pray, That soon these words Will spill from you again. After all, the dread That truly keeps sleep away; Did I lose you while I wasn't looking? But for now, While I lie awake And count away the hours, I keep my constant mantric prayer, And longed for haunting dream, That soon, as planned, these sheets Will tangle around your feet, As the rhythm of your breath Lulls sweeter dreams to me.