peaceful sense
dominates a weary mind,
as i lie in my garden of
dormant time
the wings of sleep
cover my eyes
the velvety feathers are
smooth along my spine.
contented rest
is what i feel,
as chaotic winds of the world
are still
amongst the serenity is a stream
where the waters fall
over my head,
in colours i've never seen.
i drift down
along this river,
hearing sounds that grace a listener.
a call
out to me
to join this peaceful
eternity |