Peace Has a Name

by Macabre   Jul 17, 2006


Sewn together, by strands of golden love,
peices of the heart I once knew come together,
as the dove, so gracefull,
takes the clouds out of the sky, with majestic arial feats.

Rain lifted from the ground, the mud remains no more,
Sun beaming down, light like a vibrant chorus,
filling my soul with unending peace,
resting my mind, setting all to ease!

Gentle waves, now rock the once stormy see,
sending my liveliness into deep and much needed sleep,
a vacation in ten minutes alone, seldom do we come across treasures of this value,
and left drifting in the reef of dreams and quiet.

This peace I own,
forever to be favored by my eyes,
serenity of undoubted value and measure has a name�
Naptime on the couch.

A poem of the times when we sit on the couch, lazy as ever, and just feel content. Ahhh what good times we have, when we can just relax. Hope you enjoyed my peace. Please respond in your comments with what you find to be peace!

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