Lay down your head on me when toils are done,
the limbs are weary and taken their toll.
When moon takes over the reigns from the sun,
and rest you must before the new tides roll.
Your droopy eyelids seem to have seen much
as the blur images of the day float by.
The lease of the ears is past as such-
it is time for the shy tongue to untie.
I feel your thoughts unfold over my crease-
some are dew heavy, some with dry humour.
They soon mingle with my wrinkles to tease,
and tell the tale in their dreamy murmurs.
Your shape imprints with every toss and turn-
but sweetens the night as our musings churn.