I will
lay myself down
on a cotton mattress
and my head will fall upon
a pillow of feathers.

I will
turn my head
and rest my eyes
on the face of my love
and feel his exhale
whisper across my cheeks.

I will
allow my eyelids to sheath my eyes, my
apple-sized eyes,
turned the color of a fairytale forest.

I will
pray
to my Savior above
and let His love trickle down
into my full-beating heart.

I will carry on wayward.