Oh come to me sweet angel
the sun has set and the crickets
long ago have stopped their evening chatter
The dogs that barked incessantly have thankfully retired
and yet my mind can’t let go
Won’t you fly down and gently place
your fingers softly upon my eyelids
and close them ever so slowly
Will you whisper words that replace
the torrent of thoughts still swimming like piranha
in my mind
Bring to me sweet angel….the peaceful slumber that comes
so instantly and automatically to infants
who’ve yet to encounter these manic fish who never rest
What You’re Saying