At peace in the wake,
no more schedules to keep.
A fear only fleeting; ah,
memories of bliss.
Adrift; gently rise,
then roll down yet again.
Beneath, dark, and;
so, so deep, and, deep
Oh, such a subtle chill, but
be not consumed, by
Time now left; and
with a warming calm.
Inhale the sweet, sweet air,
then, surrender the breath.
BRAVO! BRAVO! Inspirational chills from the deep sleep! BRAVO!
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As an 84 year old with cancer, I can appreciate ths.