Tired Poem by Nicola Thoner

Gold through the trees
The setting sun gestates
between the womb of the earth
and the realms of the sky
Expands my heart with enough love
to swarm the horizon

Again
I am overwhelmed by these senses
I close my eyes
And breathe deep
the last rays of warmth
And
the light of the welcoming moon
Feeling the tremble of the leaves in the dusk wind
and
the deep rhythm of her slow breath
the earth waits
I hear the spirit within me whisper
But can't make out the message in words
It feels though
Like a longing
A quiet urging
to sink into the ground
Of dirt and mud
and allow the rain to wash down to me
in trickles between rich browns and greens
To curl up inside the stomach of the world
and fall asleep
Where these blinding visions can't touch me
And I can become ignorant to my thoughts.
Peace of death
in body
in mind
But never in spirit.