Into The Current Of Sleep

------------- There is a certain quiet in watching you sleep That’s not unlike the flow Of observing a river's movement, As it slowly bends its way down Past morass and ferns on the coast To somewhere new and heretofore unknown-- The current, steady rhytmn of your breath Circles through an unconscious world, Bringing you respite from any troubled ridge And hoisting you higher to a route of dreams Where I like to feel you, Clear as a rippling water Gushing ever gently into me-- And how your eyes quiver , still Your heave bidding me closer Like the river beckoning the thirsty to drink : Would that I could drink your calmness So you really did glide through me Quench me -- And bestowing on me your innate joy.