4 03 2012

   Welcome I gasp,

     With arms open wide.

Falling into,

     The pale cloudless sky.

A million thoughts,

     Are yet to be had.

If cut are the binds,

     That make the mind mad.

More days to be lived,

     In glorious life.

Away with the burdens!

     Away with the strife!

Speak to me slowly,

     With gentle soft words.

Tell me the tale,

     Of turtle dove birds.

Whisper me quiet,

     Sing me to sleep.

Stir not the nightmares,

     That live in the deep.

And peaceful with rest,

     In my warm bed I’ll float.

With sheets for my sail,

     And a dream for my boat.




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