Sandman Hands

His palms possess a pillow’s touch,

carefully cradling the head

until it has such peace,

free from fear and stress

taken so far away

in deep serene sandman land.

 

Whatever came before the eyes

fades into a steady darkness,

yet there is no panic in the quiet

because he knows each secret

held in the perennial shade,

a master of the purest calm,

possessed of a skill

to forever remove any concerns.

 

Only silence drapes

by his finger artistry,

gently and respectfully

assured nothing denies

that constant state of tranquility,

which his power to control

all the distractions and sounds.

 

What a state of rest he creates

before he closed the lid

and lowers you

six feet under.