He Sleeps Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

He sleeps,
and as he sleeps, I guard his sleep.

He sleeps,
and as he lays there, deep asleep,
my heart's appeased, because I protect his sleep.
That rested, quiet, peaceful sleep.

I watch him, I see him,
calmly, I hear him. I feel him.
I'm there, I'm not there.
I don't need to be there, for he's there.

He sleeps,
and as he sleeps, my heart beats.

He's there,
and I don't need to be there.
For I can see him,
feel him, right beneath my wing.

June 7,2016