The Friendly Isle

At night,
silence feels thick in your ears.
The clean air slips easily
into your lungs.
You become sharply aware
of the ocean
and sky
moving with you.
Sleep comes deeply.

This is a found poem. The original inspirational source has been lost. This has been previously published in DAYBREAK: A magazine of Poetry and Conversation.  The editor, Virginia, passed away, and the magazine is now defunct. She was a beautiful soul, and she is missed.

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