When Angels Sleep

As I watched her eyes flutter
In random flips
As she grew dozy
I couldn’t help but to adore.

To adore the fire that burned so ablaze,
Falling so silent in the world of slumber.

To adore the peaceful tranquility that was seldom seen,
Set blankets on her beautiful eyes.

To adore her little heart that worked so hard,
Moving in constant and simple thumps.

To adore the rose in her cheeks that fueled with embarrassment,
Growing paler into a set of champagne.

To adore the great mess of hair that waged her cruel hands,
Laying in comfort upon my hand.

To adore her flinch that was ever so slightly,
As I lay my hands on her.

And as I watched her breathing slowed,
Quiet in my arms
As I hummed to her,
I couldn’t help but to wonder,
If angels sleep.