My pleasure

My pleasure

The night is calm and sweet
Time has stopped. No noise - no beat

Closed are your lips, so pretty close
The poem has them locked, as an unending prose
Eyes are shut, you shut within
A feather on bed, your Self has been
You move like a fish, to swim it around
My Self sings a song, with not a little sound
The night is so calm, all full of charm
We ease out the night, and rest in its arm
Tired are you, awake asleep
Happy are you to have taken the leap

Calm is the night, so tender and thin
My prose just arrived with a poem within.