Sleep my darling they watch over you.
They felt sorrow in her dreams.
Awakened in a quagmire,
grieving for slick stepping stones
Tantra and Prudence came by,
asked what book she was reading.
A first time ‘sleep reader’ rose,
walked right into white heaven.
They hover above ideas.
Showering gifts of snowflake
Landing soft on awareness
settling on aging bridges,
leave for her a strength in peace.