To Rest

And as she drifted softly to rest, her heart began to pound. She layed her head down and peace became her being. Faintly falling into slumber, her beating heart leaped to positioning. She found comfort in the waking of her sleeping. She felt promise in the beckoning of her beating. Her pulsing heart pumped life into her veins. The blood that flowed through her gave way for hope to find a home. In the shelter of her resting place she finally could be awakened. And like the opening of her eyes, dreams began to arise.