I sense him
    when I'm alone,
Safely concealed from
    siblings, and ranting sounds,
Tucked beneath a satin
     blanket-- the blue sky and
Street lamps, illuminating wispy
    droplets, dance within
My eyelids
    as I fall softly to sleep-- gently
To the
    dreamland

It gives me delight that
    thoughts are so
private--
    My blue-eyed lamb,
With his olive skin,
    and face radiant with
Warmth and
    timidity

His arm, neatly tucked
    Across his chest,
As he shuffles softly
    From door to door,
And his deeply-knitted brow
    That unfurls on the
Basketball court, when he retreats
    Into his own
ambition

He stands
    Alone, beneath
The fig tree, with satin
    Pants that drag the
Ground; he
    fingers the
Leaves, his eyes
    Flickering to the fields

I love my
    Blue-eyed
Lamb