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.