LightAngel19

As you sleep in the palm of my hand I will wish you a restful peace And although on my mood you depend I shall never my whim release All the curtains will softly close With a rustle of crispy gauze And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim As you silently so repose At the embers I wistfully look But they tell me no secret words Of the playthings you'll have in your nook Or of where you may chase the birds ... Yes, I know, this has all yet to be After years upon years have passed When you will be so wayward and free And my palm will not hold you fast But as yet you still sleep in my hand And I ponder of what you dream Of a far-away