December 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
Basking in the glory of reverie
You are carried away by your own pleasantry
Mistakably soft misery
So much so, that it is dismissing.
Golden beam piercing through
Reflecting rays, sleeping peacefully
Velvety soft covering silk
comforting amongst amiss
Cracking cells falling apart
Bringing me relief
I surrender my soul to nature’s cradling leaf.