It is heavenly,

It is heavenly,

With you sleeping

At my side,

Pain free.

Your pale skin

Cool to the touch,

Breathing

Slow and easy,

The bed an oasis

Of peace and tranquillity.

Even a car alarm

Barely breaks the spell.

I glance toward

The window,

The orchid flowering

On the dressing table,

A broad leaf,

Waxen green,

Resting across your

Old teddy’s tummy

And through the foliage

The sky is on fire.

Streaks of red,

Pink and gold,

Turner’s pallet,

Bleeding through

The blue.

It is a moment

To remember,

A small window

Of hope

And I lean across

To kiss your head.

Thankful

For a small piece of heaven

On a sunny day.