Fragile hush lures and softens to sleep,
the dreamer curls into white wanderings deep;
lush set amidst all the furrows where keep,
such nectar that heals the innermost weep.
Soft is the wrapping of Love’s dear behold,
beneath all seed born of the rapture of gold.
Fragile hush covers to blanket the consoled,
and tenders the place where lies Hearts’ sweet unfold.
©2012 Linda Willows