A tale under the stars.

Sitting out under the stars,
Her head cradled in my lap,
She asked me to tell her a tale.

With soft and gentle voice,
I told her a tale from my mind,
Told her of a world that never was.

A world of prophets and kings,
Of magic and technology,
A universe of gods and demons.

From my lips I uttered a story,
Of heroes and people long lost,
Empires risen and fallen in time.

As I finished an epic tale,
Of lost lore and knowledge,
I looked and saw her slumber.

In my lap, in my arms,
She had lapsed into a dream world,
Under the stars and my caring gaze.

And I sat there in peaceful silence,
Fingers caressing her dark hair,
Listening to her steady breathing.

Never would I seek to wake her,
From her peaceful dreamy rest,
Living tales grander than my own.

With her lovely soul in my arms,
I gazed up into the heavens.
Through the treetops to the stars.

Sitting there pondering life and time,
With her in my lap, in my arms.
I ran my fingers through her hair,
And I was happy.