I like this poem. I can picture the scene. The character is awake and his subconscious is playing mind games. Memories of the joy that having her for now, is sufficient.
He is watching her sleep like a princess and he smiles and dreams of their relationship and the good times.
While back in the room reflections and shadows made by what is going on outside their sanctuary.
Dimensions and thoughts of what could or should be flick like a cinema screen through his brain, sunflower fields...
Weathered thought. a good expression of time lines.
She is unaware of the torment of his feelings as she sleeps.

Well written and picture telling the story Charlie.
Thank you for allowing me to look into your writer mind.
Alexi