I Watch You Sleep

i watch you sleep wondering where you are the hair falls down to the cheeks spilling upon the pillows moon intrudes throwing shadows around our cat stirs your mouth is slightly open as if you are about to whisper i hear the violins leap in joy the piano lights from key to key on the streets, the brass hurries my heart absorbed in love's symphony and still, you sleep, turn i curl into that curve two pieces to a puzzle that no longer puzzles me my arm slowly enfolds you you the automaton grasp my hand pull it to you that lonely electron, out of orbit now secure as i listen to the symphony no one hears your beating heart calms my senses a puppy drifts into sleep secure as they only are dream of wolves in forests deep running free in lands that time forgets this will be the last breath i breathe dropping deliciously off me as i enter the realm of Lethe to wait for you as first light dances across the face breathless as your eyes open claim my first kiss as dawn intrudes makes the night's journey worth every moment where the present is a present the gift of you the symphony that walks me thru the night Fergus Falls 2/00 Romantic poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. Poetry to romantic poets is not a craft but an inspiration. The poet does not care for the perfection of form or clarity of expression. The romantic poets laid emphasis on imagination, inspiration, and emotion. It is the expression of the inner urges of the soul of the artist. The poet gives free expression to his feelings, emotions, experiences, thoughts, and ideas and does not care for rules and regulations. The emphasis is laid on inspiration and intuition.