Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The sleep of the dead...


There's something to be said about being dead
and the sense of calm that comes
with falling asleep at dawn
when the rest of the world has not yet risen
and daylight stands guard
one is overcome with divine serenity
enfolded in the silent gray stillness.

(I was going to call this "My Twilight Poetry"... because... heh... (bad pun deleted))

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