Rest
Rest
Rest, peaceful sleep, the closing of the eyes. The loss of consciousness.
A dream filled state where hopes become reality. Where fears are faced, and overcome.
Where the self isn’t afraid to be it’s self . Where I meet you soul to soul .
We dance, sing, making passionate love the whole night through. You holding me and me holding you.
But then with the new day I wake, and my heart begins to brake, finding myself so painfully alone, and I long for
Rest, peaceful sleep, the closing of the eyes.
By: Pamela J. McConnell
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