Sebastian.

A babe, laying on my lap,
quiet in brown.
twitch when you dream,
silence pictured in your mind.
There is more to you
when you sleep.
Face wilted, arms weak,
and mouth pursed.

I can't help myself but smile.

You know, most of the time
when you sleep,
you lose the strength that you walk with.
More vulnerable,
not dead, arms unflexed.
It's almost safe, a forgiving welcome.

Blue eyes, hidden from me,
are sleeping in the deep of your sockets,
away from the world
and most everything bad.

I can't help myself but smile.

And no matter how bad things are,
how sad I feel. How mad inside,
I look at you and I swell.
My feathers bunch up, and colors brighten,
my day so much better.
I've never felt like this before.

Holding you, holding me by my feet.
You cling like a monkey on my back,
no matter what, always smiling.
And still, I really can't help it...

I can't help myself but smile.