Rest in Me
For Peg, who wonders why I don't write more love poems
Stay and wait for me, my sweetest love,
Wait amidst spring's trembling leaves of restoration,
Wait within a September moon's twice rising blue embrace.
Unrestrained, your love rushes into me
Like waves crashing only then to linger and traverse
A sweeping shoreline tenderly with covering touches...
A thousand grains of sand cannot deny the joining.
Wait for me even as the refusing tide in its undeniable return
Must wait for its inevitable convergence with the sands.
And when I arrive,
Rest in me.
Rest in me as my soul-born whispers stir gently
All that has remained for a lifetime untouched inside you.
Rest in me my love,
And like moonlight, I shall filter into your shadows of aloneness,
Unwrapping them from you.
I bring you a thousand moons to light your life,
A thousand smiles I have saved for you.
And as the waves caress the shore,
So shall I cover you with kisses each hour.
Wait this brief moment,
Then rest in me.
Nancy M. Hill © 24 February 2002