Joanne

I was nearly asleep

When she woke me up

With a moan

From some nocturnal scene

I turned and saw

Her open lips

And closed eyes

The light softly kissing 

Her cheek and nose

And caressing her shoulder

I so very much wanted

To interrupt her dream

And hold her in my arms

But perhaps she was 

In a better place

And I did not want to

Rob her of that pleasure