The Poet Is Asleep

The poet is asleep
He has been for quite a while now.
The poet is asleep
So deep in slumber.
I wonder when he will wake again.
To keep me company
When my love is away
To give words to my thoughts
To give song to my day.

The poet is awake now
Oh, but only for a little while
His eyes are closed again
But on his face there’s a smile.