Cold, Delicious Cotton

My island rests beyond your seas

with satin plains and powdered hills.

Soft light spills upon the earth

peaking out from heavy drapes

as steady humming nestles close

gently ushering out the Noise.

Thunder rumbles in the distance

not in warning, just in greeting.

We'll float together, you and I

swaddled by cold, delicious cotton.

Except, of course, rebellious feet

dancing free from soft constraints.

Notes of lavender seep from trees

waltzing around the clean, crisp air.

There's beauty in this loss of time

thoughts that graze but not devour.

We slip – softly sliding in a crevice

caught between soothe and bliss.

Be that Hypnos or Limbo grab you

do not fret or fight the pull.

No riddles are solved among these shores

but questions asked are always answered.

Lessons learned must be returned

my island keeps its treasures close

but what a precious ride it is.