The muted colors of a springtime eve
Arrest my eyes and ease my wearied soul.
A mystic world of dreams and make-believe,
That wraps me up and seeks to make me whole.
A soothing cloud of mist surrounds this glade,
Where I have come to find my peace and rest,
And in the coolness of the cov'ring shade,
My spirit voices only one request.
That in the fading light as sight grows dim,
A rest from all of life's prevailing stress
May not be just a fondly passing whim,
But lasting joy that I may now possess.
In peaceful darkness of approaching night,
I settle in to sleep, until the light.








The soothing sleep in a lush glade, I wanna go to sleep now! Great write, the imagery was wonderful. It was a nice simple, not-too-deep-so-that-it-makes-your-brain-hurt, poem, yet very eloquent and masterfully written. Great job, keep up the excellent work!
Love tons,~






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