Sweet Dreams February 21, 2019February 25, 2019 / Jeffrey Thal 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...