Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I love my bed

Like steam that escapes a boiling kettle,
tensions dissipate.
Safe from encroaching demons
I meditate.
Unafraid of tomorrow
my cool pillow comforts me.
Support- through writhing sorrow,
offering solace when I weep.
Snuggled warm beneath the sheets,
reassured I rest my head,
unaware I fade to sleep- tranquil,
I love my bed...

S.A. Peck

1 comment:

Patty Kay Mooney said...

I can thoroughly relate.