Finally in bed…
Physically
And mentally wrecked
From another difficult day,
The weight of fatigue
Spreading my body flat
On the sheets,
So needing of rest;
So needing of replenishment.
And as my mind
And heartbeat began
To slow,
A peace washed
Over me,
And a vision
Began to form
Before my closed eyes.
Grace,
Serenity,
Elegance,
Beauty…
You,
Drawing me
To another world.
Nothing more
Now,
Did I need
From this day,
Just transition to sleep,
And a chance to heal,
My body,
And my soul.
Just transition
To dreams
Of you,
Just transition to…
Transition
To the perfect.
© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.
I know that feeling: drifting in the waters between sleep and unsleep must be among the most healing. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks Vera! That’s precisely it. So much appreciate your thoughts!!
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There are lines here with which I am sure many of us can relate. Beautifully penned poem
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Really appreciate the feedback and interest!! 😃
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Rather lovely; reveals the gentleness of you 🙂
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Thanks! I love that transition to deep sleep… such a blissful period.
So much appreciate your comments and interest in my efforts!
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