Before sleep comes

As the sweet wind touches my face,
I lay my head on the cotton clouds of peace.

Where tranquility fills the place,
Where the intimacy of silence unites with the soul.

The ever-replenishing fountain of the soul,
Always yearning for more, yet aware of time's gentle role.

The stillness breaks, and the sound of dawn forms.
A new beginning unfolds, and the sun's kiss gentle upon my face

Reviews

[Inkspire]

Nice poem
The transition between night and dawn is smooth
Loved how starting and ending line mirror each other with its own touch

[MrBlack202]

Thank you for your kind review and taking your time to read it.