Cocoon

Cocoon

Sweet restless child
Your arms a-flail, your whimpers
Beg for sleep.
Wrapped in a soft, secure cocoon,
You still--
Eyes closing with the lead-heaviness of sleep,
Arms fall soft like petals worshiping the sun,
Clenched fingers unfurl
And gently strum my ribcage like a harp.
Head resting,
You succumb to sleep.

Whilst trees limbs wave above our heads,
And vines and leaves caress our sides,
We plod the well-trodden trail,
A sort of pilgrimage to sleep.

Once the heat of the sun has kissed
And shadows soothed us,
In the long, languid hours of the afternoon,
You wake from the traces of sleep that line your face,
Damp froth of curls,
Lured by the sweet nectar smell of milk.