Peace of Me

Late at night, suspended
Between yesterday and tomorrow,
Gentle hands provide a touch of calm.
Urgency loses its allure
And two frantic elements pause.
Protected from time’s oppression,
Annexed by a benevolent caress
I exist at the tips of your fingers.
Enveloped in serenity,
Into your keeping, a piece
I give.

PoetryElla Atterton