Sweet, so sleeping, precious child,
wrapped still in cloak of slumber,
shadowed soft by innocence of angel wings,
for angels surely gather there to watch you sleep,
to revel in the pure perfection that is you,
and softly must they fan your dreams
for there upon your lips
a sweet smile plays a melody for morning.
I hesitate to wake you for a moment
and join the angels in their sunrise worship.

I am awed by the beauty that is you
and by how completely my life has become you
and stand amazed at whatever gods
deemed me worthy to bear
this most holy title.

And as I draw you to my breast
to gently rock away the shadows
and soflty brush your brow with trembling lips,
I hold your image in my soul and know,
I am complete.

phantom...(c) wla 12-14-99