I tiptoed up
to the edge of her
sleep
an ocean of her
stretching to
an horizon.
A smile
like a seal
set upon
her lips.
A dream
held her
to itself
guarding the secret
of her
mystery.
I tiptoed away
from the edge of her
sleep
the little waves
of her
breaking about my feet.
blissful sleep....sshhh you'll wake her.....she'll wake soon enough Ruthie: o)
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I would like to translate this poem
Very fine tender poem...once poets used to write with quill pens...seems so beautiful and romantic - are you sure that you do not have one old fashioned quill pen to write tender poems for your beloved Jan or just to tickle her while sleeping :)