Sunday, April 25, 2010

A crisp, clean sheet...

A crisp, clean sheet under a warm blanket
lays atop as I close my eyes.
Music hovers
all around the room
sending me deeper and deeper
into oblivion.
Muscles and tendons are stretched
beyond their limits
to reach that point of
total relaxation.
Oh that I should slip into another realm
where white and black offer no gray.
Faith and trust are one in the same
and the light shines forth from over the way,
beckoning a stretch of everlasting silence
to which I spiral -
cascading as a waterfall
to a cool and refreshing pool
that awaits the soul for cleansing.