Good Night, Good Morning

As we lay across beds apart,
at the threshold of “good night, and good morning”
We are swallowed by the cross of sun and night,
in our own special way of courting.
We stay up talking until we sleep,
and only sleep at the peak of dawn,
preferred simply for the silence of the house,
when the distractions are all gone.
In my dreams, I always dream,
of frivolous little things,
as I cling to bedsheets dreaming of
the dreams the sandman brings.
You'd never realize how silly-in-love I am,
until you've climbed inside my head.
To witness what I dream of you,
while curled up in my bed.
Several times, I've had a dream
that I got to hold your hand,
and you held it with that silly attitude you have,
when you make fun of my demands.
Other times, I've dreamt a dream,
that I crawled inside your sheets,
laid my head against your chest,
and slept to the way that your heart beats.
Of course, sillier things happen there,
in the dreams that I've told,
but I fear your thoughts of those bits
so I dare not disclose.
But don't become the least bit nervous
when I seem to become too needy.
It's just the remnants of those dreams,
that make me be so greedy.