sleep
in the arms
of the wind
an exhale
merely a whisper
to the universe

the sands of time
don’t keep track
of days
weeks
months
years

your soul
knows
how old you are
and
that the tears
shed yesterday
have no reflection
on those of yesteryears

it isn’t necessarily love you need
to get by
so why
why
why
spend endless hours
searching

focus
on the core
the place where all emotions
are stored

leave the mind
in a void of white

when you find
the fact
that giving up
doesn’t mean you give up
wrap around a new thought
find a new flight
gently touch down before crashing
the wake you leave
form ripples
a soft surf
that angels ride
in continual laughter
splashing
carousing
in a silent revelry
so not to disturb
your sleep
in the arms of the wind