Lay you down, slowly, savoringly

that you stretch out lovingly over the sheets.

And as you yawn, let the air seep in easy

let the hard grasp of day slip away.

Give you in to the weakness,

lay your arms limp to your sides

and ignore the noises whispering in your head.

Release reason, retreat to dream.

Let the enthropy of day be but a shadow,

a peripheral to sleep.

Sweet, fear not. 

Strangle not the possibility of peace.

Hope you for that quiet resignation. Forego all.

And you will find that you soar,

infinitely, as universal as Death;

unconditional, as encompassing as Love.

 

 

October 2000