gentle strokes trespass in tousled hair,
reiterating emotion through timed, tender gestures.
eyes -- until then half-lidded -- close,
in welcome of anticipated, approaching
silence.

shoulders slump, the muted,
dormant wall both judge and jury
for an aching back.

a somber lap works as a head rest
for her weary soul, which pleads in
hopes of shelter: blatant desperation
twice the road block.

wishes -- spawned by good intentions --
are whispered. the words murmured,
requesting the ability to sleep without
inevitable nightmares; protection, in spite
of her mind's continual mutilation.

fingers soothe the telltale, stress induced lines,
owned by a worn, wrinkled brow.
her anguished frame eased, submerging
gradually in the warmth of Angel dreams.

"be still now, and
drift toward peace..."

while she slept, her guardian
claimed her position...

gentle strokes trespassing in tousled hair,
reiterating emotion through timed, tender gestures.
eyes -- until then, half-lidded -- close.
an exhale, relinquishing will...
in welcome of anticipated, approaching

silence.

03/02/2002

Posted on 03/02/2002
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