Milk chocolate peace in those eyes,
washing away all mortal sounds like twilight raindrops
beckon the weary to soft pillowed sleep.
Only that voice enswathes and enthralls me,
smoothing everything into the silken folds of utter distraction;
bathing my world in brave new born hues.
Surrendering
my awareness to the flow of your voice.
Surrendering
my intentions to the ebb of your words.
Surrendering
my very existence for a tacit salvation,
for the moment of your sacred attention
spotlighting me onto center stage.
And I feel I should bow to the roses
if only to gather them up for you.
