At Last My Face Begins To Rest
at last my face begins to rest
at last my feet are curled
warming on the soft plush carpet
fire for heat
and light giving character
in shadows and
light darknesses
thoughts of the days happenings
fly like sparks
memories of a day adrift
lazily stream into darkness
night’s relaxing sooths
full with sunset’s ease
the books I’ve never written
fall from the stars to me
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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