only rest,

is that the music of time,

like the sound of rain

when tired drops that survived the storm

drip placidly from distant treetops,

through hollow darkness that shut-eyes and nighttime bring?

the absurdly enticing stars

fall out of the decorated sky

and shatter like twinkling ice,

like flakes of glass that yearn the stinging blood.

the soil beneath breathes and lives,

the wilting grass that roughly braids your hair

is damp, and slightly warm,

like the empty spaces in memory

where joy and laughter are faded dreams.

drip-drop, tick-tock, suns rise and moons set,

the air embraces the ground here,

don't try to move your fingertips,

don't raise your hopes,

don't close your eyes,

don't listen as the seconds fall, then melt away,

as if they run with love and wonder and life,

feel your fingers claw into the soothing wind,

only rest and sink into the loving earth.