Jul 2021
The stars hold in their place
written March 27th, 2020
Now I lay me down to sleep
in this safe warm soft bed.
I lay on the bed
and feel the surface gently cradling
the parts of my body
heel calf thigh hips shoulders head.
I pull up the covers
to hold me and wrap around me
keeping me warm and safe
through the night.
I smooth the soft plushy over me
then snuggle it up to my chin.
I glance beside me to see my favorite stuffie
my long-time companion
who always sleeps with me.
"Alexa, play Pandora"
and soft music fills the cool room
this haven of safety and calm.
I sigh and close my eyes in peace.
The stars overhead no longer spin
but hold in their place.
The universe cradles me as I sleep
in depths of peace.
written March 27th, 2020
Now I lay me down to sleep
in this safe warm soft bed.
I lay on the bed
and feel the surface gently cradling
the parts of my body
heel calf thigh hips shoulders head.
I pull up the covers
to hold me and wrap around me
keeping me warm and safe
through the night.
I smooth the soft plushy over me
then snuggle it up to my chin.
I glance beside me to see my favorite stuffie
my long-time companion
who always sleeps with me.
"Alexa, play Pandora"
and soft music fills the cool room
this haven of safety and calm.
I sigh and close my eyes in peace.
The stars overhead no longer spin
but hold in their place.
The universe cradles me as I sleep
in depths of peace.
I have struggled with sleeping, forever. I've got poems filled with nightmares and restlessness. I look at them, and it's no wonder I wasn't sleeping. I wrote this poem to try to reflect a different view of sleeping. It's not exactly a poem, more a bit of positive thinking, for the next time I go to sleep. The last few lines refer back to an early poem about not sleeping.
