The quiet in you comes out
in beauty
There’s a content smile
on your soft lips;
        perfectly peaceful

Your sun-bleached
golden hair spirals down
across your cheeks
The quilt creeps over your
shoulders
You breathe  s l o o w  and   e  e  a  s  e   y;
        like meditation

Your closed eyes make
graceful horizontal lines
like Buddha’s
eyes closed
mind open and aware;
       full of quiet

Your beauty, when
you are sleeping
beams radiant dreams;
       a lighthouse
       for the angels

--Tim Mammel