Peace

8-25-15

Feather down pillows and draping blankets,
softened by hours of stretching daydreams,
 are home to cerulean thoughts spinning lazy across your eyes
like soap bubble water tugged loosely down the drain,
lips rounding over syllables that sprinkle stardust in time
to the cascades of moonlight song shining from your speakers,
and maybe there’s a special kind of peace to be found
in the blackhole center of the universe.