The sun enters
searches the room

finds us
curled up in a cuddle

lays itself
across us

dozes & fall asleep
across our nakedness.

The moon enters
searches the room

finds us
curled up in a cuddle

listens to
our dreams

paints them.

Somehow a day has passed.

Love...
the only time there is.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-only-time-there-is-for-janice/