Sweet Dreams

These tender, vulnerable bodies rest
So still at midnight chime and lighthouse flash;
Below the window, roiling whitecaps crest
And fill the marsh with turmoil. Thundrous crash
Belies the vision here before my eyes,
As sleeping babes, ignorant of the storm,
Lie statue-still. Outside, black, cloud-filled skies
Smother a pale moon. A ship sounds forlorn,
Its lonely call disturbing nighttime still,
But shan’t awaken those whose night is bless’t
With peaceful dreams. A father’s heart is filled
With joy at this pure sight of evening’s best
Moment. I lie awake each night, it seems,
And revel in the light of their sweet dreams.

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