Sometimes while you sleep, I watch you dream.
Your little lips twitch into smiles, exhausted, you've run out of steam.
You both have curled up into little balls of warmth, you smell so sweet.
I like to kiss your foreheads and the bottoms of your feet.
Your precious dreams make your eyelashes flutter,
Tiny squeaks, happy sighs, and little noises you mutter.
Are you flying over fields of flowers on giant butterfly wings?
Are you watching puppets dance on life sized strings?
Atop an ivory steed, do you slay dragons and terrible foes?
Do you gracefully dance for an adoring audience up on your tippy-toes?
Are you the pilot of a plane, the captain of a ship?
Or through a magical fairy forest, in a gown of gold, do you skip?
Are you dreaming of the Wild West, where you're the sheriff of the town?
Or do you simply dream about a grassy knoll, rolling down and down?
Maybe hand in hand, you're togethor in your dreamland,
Are you building castles with mermaids in the sand?
Or do you two throw snowballs at friendly polar bears?
Do you venture in togethor to creepy mountain lairs?
Your rosy cheeks and messy hair pressed hard into the pillows,
I think you might just sit and whisper beneath a shady willow.
One rolls into the other, your blankets tangled tight,
Are you in an air balloon, floating on the soft winds of twilight?
Do you swim with ease amongst whales from the deep?
Tell me darlings, what happens when you sleep?
While you dream, I watch you and wonder where you are.
Do you splash your feet in a creek bed, or explore a distant star?
Someday you can tell me, but for now sleep well my sweets,
While you travel and explore from your soft, cotton sheets.
