I needed to stay
and watch you
tremble in your sleep.

With nary a sound,
you stunned.

Observing my eye. 
Collecting my thoughts. 
Grouping. 
And processing, processing.
Slow first, then faster. 
Performing. 

Although slumbering, 
you sensed my awe
and lack of a shutter for proof.
Still orchestrating,
you made me miss my flight.