He and I lay in perfect communion
Two children exhausted from play,
A Saturday morning waking too early to watch cartoons.
His head on me feet,
I feel his heartbeat
And the whimper of his breath.
A snort, a chortle, a full on snore,
He's off in dreamland, at play once more.
I feel his legs twitching, mimicking a run.
He never runs too fast when he's awake.
But fast asleep, he has god speed,
And those squirrels best get out his way.
My best friend and I in perfect communion,
Two children at heart in a grown up world.
It's a sweet escape which they call "slumber,"
And we always wake too soon.
But He and I are at rest, peaceful,
On this Sunday Afternoon.