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
