Repose

Oh sweet repose,
thou doth call me.
Quiet I shall come and rest easy
on the silken canvas
laid by your silent hand.

Slacken as I bend
into your patient restraint,
for my body is heavy
with peaceful inactivity
and my mind tranquil
in the quiet stillness.

poem by Diana Rosser
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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