to have a

glance after the eyelids drop

I see a final glance before

the last light is turned off for the night

there is a gold to your face

and a curl of hair gentle across

your forehead

beneath the rose

is the light switch

that would break my ability

to savor this glow

yet no night of transparent dreams

will arrive until the

one and only

goodnight kiss

has been delivered

and you have been

sent to the relaxed realm

of warm and sleep

where I will meet you in flight