While my lover sleeps

Two bright stars lost within the land of dreaming;
they will not shine again till you awake.
A pretty rose that bursts with laughter gleaming
will stay a rosebud until next you speak.
Across your face, the wild and tangled sunlight;
the radiance you’ll straighten with a comb.
Your heartbeat and your breath, two wings of white;
the sweet sound of an angel flying home.