Conscience Dormancy

Your weary bones stretched on the supple, bending stems and petals of violets. 

Their fragrance whelming around you. 

Breathing in deeply, it fills your lungs with warm Spring breeze.

The foliage beneath you melting beneath your exhaling skin like buttery suede.

The bright midday sunshine kissing your eyelids.

Your mind attracted to the voices in the wind; whispering their secrets to the clouds.

The trees are their pen pal conduits; swaying and dancing in their concealed speech.

You envy the movements, but your soul is commanding you to rest.

so rest you do.

For when you rest in the future this is where your soul will return.