A soft pillow
For the headache
that restful symphony
it becomes spellbinding magic
transforming instantly
its not packed up with feathered down
its ethical and soft
its just so very simple
the old bed
in my loft
relaxing lying quietly
Accepting the relief
leaping off that treadmill
and forgoing
all that grief
Rest the neck and shoulders
dream perchance to say
nestled in that warm embrace
at the end
of a testing day
a motive to relax a while
Drift off to islands where
the sea laps at your aching feet
a peace
seemingly rare
and fresh ideas come easy
a soft pillow, where
the stress becomes a memory
Beautifully rare.