Closed Eyes

It's late. On the bed's edge,
I've found my place.
The night's fallen through the glass,
to signal how the time has past.
She turns the bathroom light
off, just leaving us tonight,
to lay beside me and sleep
and slip into forever deep.

Dreams call, we live these lives
created behind closed eyes,
and somehow, even worlds away,
by sleep, I still see her face.
She smiles, eyes are auburn rings,
accepting me for everything.
And when I wake, arms around,
hold me as I come back down.