You at Home

It’s almost 8 AM now. 2:00 in the morning for you. You are asleep, tucked into your big pillow. The waning last quarter moon is up there. You are warm in our soft bed. I long to hold you when you are sleep, to feel your soft breathing and the beat of your heart. My heart beats for you. When I close my eyes I am almost there with you. I pray that your dreams are sweet.