Close your eyes and rest

Sweet sleep in darkness dost, I await the moment of your advance
The knighted curtain not yet parted by thy silent, stealthy step.

Let me lie a little longer ere your draw me nearer to thy breast,
and permit a sense of pleasant anticipation to posses my mind.

Oh! Sweet is thy voice, a product of my dreams, calling me forth.
Propelling me further and further into your outstretched arms.

Thus my essential essence begins a profound transition.
Becoming child like and un-coerced by the demands of life's long march.




Written by Mark R. Day 19 June 2012, all copyrights reserved by Mark R. Day 19 June 2012