Rest

There is a time of silent forgetting,
In the fluid shores of my restless mind.
So dark and still, like a hum of ebbing life,
At the edge of my weary, lonely mind.

I shall close my eyes, so heavy and low
And find a world of endless stars, lighting the memories of my soul.
So I shall surrender unto sleep, -in my way
Will I find a soul worth Remembering
TheCrowing TheCrowing
18-21, M
May 13, 2012