This Morning Poem by Mike Barrett

This morning
When I awoke
You were still sleeping.
I watched
Your eyes
Chasing beneath quivering lids
I know not what
Nor in which world.

Your smile
Light but even
Told of your
Contentment.
I felt
Like waking you
And asking all
That you had seen
Yet
Stayed that impulse
Thereby leaving you
To continue to enjoy
Those moments
Which
Had you been awakened
You'd maybe not remember.

Ego
Is such
An awful thief -
A heartless master!


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