Borrowed

A moment awake in
The dead of night
His head on the
Pillow next to mine
Sounding softly
Intake of a breath

The darkness warm
Reassuring, comforting
The moon sneaks in
Shadows kept at bay
His hand rests silently
Lying in mine

With the morning
Only I have the memory
Of that moment
Borrowed from the darkness
Locked away now
For safekeeping