POETRY/POEM

The Quiet Comfort of the Bed

A moment so priceless

In the stillness of the city’s embrace, When twilight falls with gentle grace, When all is hushed, a moment’s repose, Who are we, do you suppose?

When the streets surrender their sound, And silence blankets the world around, When weary feet find relief in retreat, Who are we then, in this tranquil feat?

We shed the masks the daylight brings, Revealing the essence of simpler things, No longer bound by the roles we play, In the quiet, we find our true selves today.

Are we dreamers, lost in reverie’s hold, Painting visions on a canvas of gold? Or travelers, seeking respite’s shore, Yearning for our sanctuary’s door?

In the depths of our thoughts, we unwind, Reclaiming the treasures left behind, A chance to breathe, to let go and be free, To embrace the comfort of our decree.

Our beds become sanctuaries, oh so rare, Where we lay down burdens, without care, Wrapped in the softness of dreams untold, A moment so priceless, yet vital, we hold.

For in this respite, we heal and restore, Nourishing our spirits to the very core, In the quiet, we find our inner light, Guiding us through the darkest of nights.

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