In My Comfort

These pillows sing to me
A lullaby
While these sheets
Caress my frame
The sands of time
Slowly traces my sleep
Before the clock ends my journey
Special comfort goes inside
The making of strength and comfort
My mattress becomes
The perfect hybrid
As my lids of my eyes shuts
Breathes of this state allows others to hear
Embarking on a threshold of a unique voyage
Every night while imagination creates my day
As the bountiful sheep’s are counted
My body relaxed from this evening tax
As my light unexpectedly turn into my black

By Deon Souldier Ballard

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