Reprieve

Acutely longing for the quiet mind 

your presence gifts me with.

My thoughts a pain-inducing 

jumble of string with no end to begin untangling them. 

Your calmness grounds my soul 

and gives it purpose and guidance,

As the moon rescues the tides from chaos and disharmony.

Your presence a balm to my forlorn and weary soul,

So tired of trying to find its way 

through this heartless, labyrinth of a world. 

Craving your embrace,

And the restful reprieve that

Only your arms offer me. 

Needing the protection of your strength

I am so desperately tired, 

Closing my eyes in defeat 

and longing to hear your whispered words,

You are safe, my baby girl. Sleep.