Beating Heart and Lullaby

Here, my dear,
I lay you down with a lullaby
And ask it to send you to sweetest dreams.
I want them to carry into your tomorrow,
To bless your day with hope
And with safety.

As I hold you close
The memories we've made seem like dreams:
Tangibly unreal and beautifully imperfect.
They're knocking at the bedroom door,
Slipping beneath it and into the seams of our lullaby.
There is peace here,
Peace made specially for you and I.

Your heart keeps rhythm for me,
More a feeling than a sound.
It's beats are beyond precious:
They tie me to the world and give proof of your life.
They are proof that dreams are reality
And that maybe reality lies tucked within our dreams.

Here, my dear.
Here I am drowning in dreams,
Immersed in lullaby and memory as it slips under the door.
Here I settle into the unfounded hope that this,
This dream and this night,
Will never have to pass.

The notion that You and I,
Beating heart and Lullaby,
Can stay like this forever.