Borrowed Light Poem by Amosi Simon Richard

The moon hums a lullaby tonight, painting silver dreams upon your skin. I wake beneath this borrowed light, tracing stars of where you've been.

Sleep, my heart's quiet symphony. Let the stars weave secrets in your hair. I'll guard the hush before dawn—to find you always, everywhere.

For even shadows bow to your glow, and time holds still when you breathe my name.

Rest now, my Snuggle bug. The world won't know It's peace until your eyes rise flame.

Good night, my eternal almost-morning. I'll love you in all tenses—even dreaming.