Treasure Island

Gracian Balendran

(11th of April 1985 / Sri Lanka)

While My Sweetheart Sleeps


With her eyes closed
She lay there on my lap
Everything in her world
Is calm
My gentle caressing
Rocks her to sleep
I still in my
Office clothes,
Even the tie is still intact,
I beckon my
Little angel into a world full of
Dreams and wonders, fairies and cherubim
The rain pours and thunder claps
Yet she lay there on my lap,
Stirred by nothing,
Just breathing softly
The little angel sleeps for she knew
That I am there,
I am there to keep her watch
While she slept so tight and sweet.
Good night my sweet heart!

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 28, 2013
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