My angel sleeps
beside me.
Yet I lie awake,
wondering
when this dreamscape
will end.
Age has wearied me,
enough to understand
that happiness is
fleeting.
I hope
when our time comes,
she is gentle
with my bruised heart.
David W. R. Rule
My angel sleeps
beside me.
Yet I lie awake,
wondering
when this dreamscape
will end.
Age has wearied me,
enough to understand
that happiness is
fleeting.
I hope
when our time comes,
she is gentle
with my bruised heart.