Music to my eyes

I dream of a world
where you and I
might co-exist in peace;
where accidental trespassing
into your sleepy space
would only mean a sleepy look
and you could resume your dozing;
where I could sit and watch you sleep
like some besotted mate;
enchanted with the gentle rise and fall
of your speckled chest,
the delicate curve of your flippers,
the arc of your whiskers,
the soft sheen of your fur,
the round innocence of your belly,
the sweeping power of your tail...
all music to my eyes.