She

She pulls a cloak
          of flowered bedsheet
                   to her shoulders
and lies upon
         a field of sleep

Small clouds of worry
        lift upwards from the
                  depression in her pillow
That her head softens
         with its unassuming beauty
and the grace
            of affection
                    she shares with her bed

Pointed are the arms of stars
          that guard her slumber
                    and keep her peace
                                       in safe-keeping
While the winds that blow
         through the forest
                           of her dreams
Shall support
                the weight of more
                                          than one world