Elegy Poem by Nelia-Sol White
A sound and you awaken,
A fumble and silence returns.
Knees to chest, arms to head,
Serenity hums against your veins.
You sigh, bones warm, eyes closed,
Floating on a cloud of cloth and 100-count thread.
Existence and reality sit back at a distance
As your toes wiggle and your lips curl.
Another sigh and you sink further in,
Falling deeper into nirvana.
You dread the inevitability,
The second the sound returns.
But relish in this moment,
In this beautiful taste of peace.