Nocturne Poem by Joseph Martin III

If ever the world could stand still, then it would be now.
If ever there was something to call beautiful, then it is her,
Sleeping, occasionally stirring, beside me in this bed,
Her lips parted in the knowing half-smile of contentment.

In this moment we are both immaculate,
Like children who have discovered a new color,
We are open and we are immersed,
Not yet afraid of drowning.

O sweet Night,
With your full moon conducting
An orchestra of stars and galaxies,
Let me hear your music just awhile longer.
Hold back the turbulent dawn as long as you can,
When this dream becomes one more memory.