Silence beckons,
sink into tranquility
begin to glide down.
Within seconds,
tension goes,
breathing slows,
peace is found.
Where you lie, now
is hallowed ground.
Stillness takes you
(rest long overdue).
In every bone and sinew
a quiet peace abides.
Silence beckons.
Song Choice: Clair de Lune
This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Day 10: Poetry for Blood, Flesh, Bone and Spirit)
