Burrowed deep in my bed
I hear the rain fall
weightily in the garden,
sweep the roof with galloping gusts,
indifferent to my plights.
I fall asleep with poems
dropping from the sky,
caught beyond my eyelids
by nocturnal leafy arms.
All night long they murmur.
In the morning I awake
with poetry on my lips.
~Antoinette Voute Roeder
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May the peace of night time rest in the fold of your eyelids, the still of your lips, the laxity of your sinew, and may you drowsy dwell this night in the quiet comfort of the arms of love. Peace be with you, Peggy
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