Younger Version Of Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lying comfortably on the beach, moon rays combing my
hair and massaging my back.

Thinking and feeling like a younger version of myself
as I bask in the starlight of evening.

Nothing pressuring or stressing this mind, totally
carefree, enjoying sensual feelings rising within.

Soothing so purposely and peacefully, finding the
essence of nature covering me with it's silence, while
enticing me beyond waves rising and falling.

Easing into a deep and soundless sleep from which I
will never awaken until opening my eyes on another
horizon.