Ushered into you, as an earth involuntarily rotates
I'm embraced in your arms, in all my estates
If I dare to trust and look long enough, I can still see much
While sight adjusts, to behold wondrous things, I care to touch
Yet, for now, cooler is the air, that is felt everywhere
As nasus engaged, the aroma of your blooms so rare
A welcome slumber that begs of me, is not far away
Fading memories, flood my mind of another passing day
Nocturnal creatures welcome this diurnal soul, they kindly share
Melodious songs of the night can be heard everywhere
Cooler, restful hands, and this chorus that greets me
Is music to my ear, amidst a parade of earthly company
While some settle in their nest, in the hope to be refreshed
Many activities abound for others as they blissfully rest
A world will know when kissed in the face by you
Bodies washed by prolonged hours of descending dew
Consciousness now laid aside, no longer dressed, or claim for all I do
Subconsciousness leisurely holds sway and gladly awaits all things new
As you linger on, a world feels colder by your frost
Much needed rest I got, no need to know how much was lost
You will come for all, as I, a welcomed guest
All that is unique to you, I'll know in sleep's much-needed rest
As restful sleep breaks for weeping that endures for a while
Creeping shadows once touched my eyes retreat to morn for a glorious smile
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.