Asleep,
So soon?
How quietly
You breathe.
How almost
Imperceptible
The gentle rising
Of your breasts

Outside
The trees
Are absolutely still.
And motionless
Wide continents of cloud
Have hidden the moon.
Somewhere
The murmur
Of a pebbly stream
Croons continuously 
While, from afar,
Muffled along a lonely motorway,
The sound of a passing traveller
Purrs,
Then fades.

Gazing
Through the shadows
At your face,
I  try to guess
What dreams might be
That tiptoe
With such decorum
Through such peace.
Until, 
Lulled by your quiet breathing,
I lay back
And close my eyes
And fall to....

(But just before I fell to sleep I swear
That the tall, gaunt, Guardian of the dark
Drew back the clouds, blew out the moon and stars
And, looking down, smiled on us for a moment
................................................Then crept away)