Comfort

Comfort wraps its scarf around me in infinite circles of wool

Gifted by Autumn and treasured by winter

Folded neatly by the hands of spring and tucked away by summer

Comfort finds its way back to me

Comfort lifts the bed sheets and crawls in to share its pillowy warmth 

While singing into my ear to a harmonious hum that cradles the spirit and soul

It laughs contagiously with infectious humor

And weeps alongside me before dabbing my eyes saltless 

Comfort is the gentle ebb and flow after overwhelming waves of high tide

And it’s the torch that wards away will-o’-the-wisps and ghosted memories 

It reconciles humble apologies and words of forgiveness 

But imprisons whispers of malice and dread

Comfort rides on the arms of the embrace from another

Before mischievously prancing on the peck between two lips

It’s the moon high above, drawing dreams for the dreamers below

And it’s the beckoning rays of the sun that nightmares fear