Unknowingly lost in a dreamworld of his mind's making,
a friend sits sleeping.
Looking at him in peaceful slumber, sitting there, my
heart suddenly fills to overflowing love for him.
Gently, carefully watching so as not to wake him from
his sleep, thinking and reflecting on everything he is
or means to me.
Adorable, in a black sweater, sleeping still with his
head upon his hand.
Wanting to reach out as I would to a child, instead,
staying put and continuing to watch him all the while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem