Rest

This callous thing i call my heart
some sort of pervasive illusion
the abllity to describe
a temptation to hide
within the smothering lies

not worth esteeming
sidetracking echoes of
lostness
an attempt again
made on
my vascillating
tendencies

Dream on
to the place
where dreams are true
and lies have no hold

sleeping
in your heart
nestled in your being
content