How peacefully she sleeps
Like Rembrandt’s child
Adrift in dream
She abandons all pain
Her full lips and countenance
Say she is far from me
And there is no reason to intrude
That I am going out on the land
To work for a time
It would only disturb the silence
Of the quieted room
With an extended apple branch
In sight just out the window
And the back field beyond
Where recumbent deer drowse
Though with lowered lids
Their ears move minutely
Listening for danger that now
For this silence
Will not trouble my love
WJ Ray
January 18, 2009
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