Down through the layers I silently fall
Past glimpses of dreams that I barely recall.
The warmth of a quilt, like a comforting shell
Enfolded in moonlight is weaving its spell
With memories of childhood that dance everywhere
And dark grown-up worries I no longer share.
Deeper and deeper I slowly drift through
An ocean that holds my soul in review;
Those years that have touched me and helped me to be
A person who, moment by moment, sets free
The passions I’ve nurtured, both happy and sad.
I slip through my sleep with these feelings I’ve had
And know that my heart will be catching each thread
To weave the great tapestry inside my head
While I find the peace of my blissful repose,
The sweetest experience anyone knows.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.