Gentle to sleep,
these eyes weep
for sadness to keep
of turn away
to words to say
that make me stay,
peaceful to rest,
always the best
to be a guest,
in this moment,
a time to vent
on things I invent;
just loose thinking
on what joy will bring
a coming spring,
a season for me;
such divinity
trialed caustiously
so, I can breathe,
receieve,
and relieve.