before I sleep

I lay in the dark in this sweet place 

hear the train whistle, 

long and mournful 

taking some where they don't want to go

taking others to those they miss 

I hear the dog laying next to me 

snoring peacefully, dreaming a dream 

maybe she's chasing a rabbit 

or digging a bone 

maybe something else; 

only she knows 

I feel your heart beating 

against my back 

feel your breath, 

warm and even

 before I sleep in this sweet place 

I place a kiss on your sleeping face

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License