While You Sleep Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

While you sleep, I watch over you.
Did you know you snore?
Sometimes I simply listen,
The buzzing and burring
Stirring the emptiness of my meditative state
Into abstract forms
Which spin and whirl themselves
Into a work of art created just for you.

But when the sawing becomes too raucous,
I snuggle in and smother you.
Not with kisses, but with a stream of words, images, impressions
That I implant directly in your dreams
Leaving you feel sure you felt me,
Body and soul.
I assure you that you did, you will, you always have,
For we are one.
That much never changes.

You paint me.
I muse about you.
Together we are art.

So when you picture me
Pick up a paintbrush,
And there I will be.

Blonde, brunette,
Waifish, Rubenesque、

I could really care less how you paint my proportions.

Just picture me looking you directly in the eye.

The expression you see in your mind's eye
In the moments between wakefulness and sleep
That is the real me.
That is love.

No promises.
No apologies.
No prince and the pauperess.
No happy-ever-after.

Just friendship.
Just respect.
Just wonder.
Just joy.