Let me rest my eyes

On something beautiful

My dog, sleeping.

A tulip green budded,

Tight lipped against the still cool morning

Sunlight

slipping between the trees like a

guilty teenager,

Touching crevices of bark,

Lifting them out of the shadows,

Awake

Let me fill my mind with

Love,

weathered fingers reaching out for mine,

Tendersharp sparks

that drift and fall back into the

night

Let me rest my soul

Upon the soft sea

lifting and rising,

Dipping

My small boat

We float and gaze at

white fluttering sails

Take me back.

Let me rest my eyes,

On something beautiful.