And so the warm day finally quietens,
Into a dark nights’ waiting arms;
I nestle into dreams, sliding into,
My favourite place, besides you.
Companionable silence blankets us,
As we reach out, warmly reassured,
By the presence of the other;
Allowing curiosity to take over.
While uncovering a new mystery,
With provocative twists and turns,
Surprisingly delightful challenges, en route
To a treasure that unfolds, before dawn.
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/besides-you/
