Eyes closing

Like a gossamer veil

When night falls

Lashes brush cheeks

And voices murmur,

A soft, familiar current

Folded around

Encompassing

Neither here nor there,

Just resting in the arms of one who knows

Everything, and nothing

Willing to share

To feel

To waken to awareness

Pure, simple

A deep breath exhales

Against tender flesh

Gentle hands guide through the night

No past no future

Only now

Only peace

Only joy

Only love.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen