Nap

Head kisses pillow, body sighs, eyes drift
to cozy darkness, as I sink down in
heaven sense embrace that is natureís gift
to all who have endured lifeís daily din.

Freeing the fettered mind from realityís
persistent clamor, as a stranded boat
unmoored slow floats away in gentle breeze,
I embark to where I care not a mote.

Perhaps a nap is just a turtle shrink
from what is real, but what is no doubt true,
is after this rejuvenating wink,
I experience all with spring like hue.

Chrysalis state between sleep and awake,
is the butterfly Iíll never forsake.