If He Sleeps Soundly Tonight

If he sleeps soundly tonight, then
I'll taste the pink coral winds,
Rushed through unprepared morn,
While they still brew behind their canvas.

If he sleeps soundly tonight,
I'll close my eyes, feel phantom roses
Grace glass lips ajar, an empty scent bouquet.
It awaits, the single bloom
That spring did not touch.

If he sleeps soundly tonight, then
I may forever paint him in good grace;
Another, born of the same batch,
Yet I see my champion.