Asleep

Drop by drop it trickled-
The viscous dark of a
Tired sluggish night, and
In inky hairline whorls
Began to seep into the
Milky silver of the moon,
Slow and deliberate.
Scary it seemed yet it wasn't;
Only of a mesmerizing beauty,
Like a divine masterpiece
Hypnotically painted,
For my very eyes,
Right besides me, as I see
Your dark wavy locks slowly
Fall hauntingly over
Your tender sleeping Face.