Beside you, lying down at dark, my waking fits your sleep. Your turning flares the slow-banked fire between our mingled feet, and there, curved close and warm against the nape of love, held there, who holds your dreaming shape, I match my breathing to your breath; and sightless, keep my hand on your heart's breast, keep nightwatch on your sleep to prove there is no dark, nor death.
"Nightsong," from Lifelines by Philip Booth, copyright © 1999 by Philip Booth. Used by permission of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.
Date Published: 1999-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/nightsong