Sleeping

Sleeping, lover, you are
not distant like oceans
or unknown continents.

Sleeping, lover, you are
the one jewel
I have yet seen.

Sleeping, lover, you are
fabulous, a diagram
of beauty.

Sleeping, lover, you are
my vocabulary,
my syntax.

Lover, sleeping, you are
my language, your name
the one personal noun

I would let fall from my mouth and keep.

John Cornwall

If you have any comments on this poem, John Cornwall would be pleased to hear from you.