to be there

To be near 

Yet not to wake 

The sleeper, to hear 

The poised antiphony 

Of breath taken, 

Breath released, to see 

The petal lips parted, 

The fluid hair 

Poured on the pillow 

Like some rare metal 

Curiously spun, 

To be there, 

Oh, to be there. 

[Robert Francis {1901-1987} 'Spell' from Collected Poems 1936-1976]