5-5-8

tummy bathed in morning's light
warm fingers clutching covers tight
your gaze is a symphony of silent thought.

reclining in the shadowless day
busy hair absently brushed away
your lap, a loving playpen for tiny fingers.

the many colours of sunset
lonely eyes, reflecting and wet
your grateful hands clutch letters like covers... tight.

walking in the night's tapestries
bare feet step between memories
your dream is a mosaic of drifting moonlight.