Pillow

comfort.. lies in cotton stuffed in a cover,
patchings of flowers, and clouds
that we lose ourselves in and float on
to the direction of our tranquil memories.

The passing of time be forgotten, with
reality's end and we offer ourselves to
the silent darkness... to the white heavens...
(we stare at).

Head resting... eyes finally closed...
hoping for comfort,
our pillows will provide us.

- Arcane Devices