the silence of my dreams
gives rest
no Gordian knot to stifle or suffocate
leaving my limbs numb
my lips swollen
my heart straining
my boundaries breached
battered
bought with solitude
peace swirls and twirls
a sanctum from the wild hunt
nary a word said
i see all the wonder
some of the possibilities
exposed
not vulnerable
cossetted by hope
reservoirs filled
actions without conditions
peace be in me
sometimes
Filed under: Leila Gaskin, Poetry, Writing
