O let me rest my weary self,
Beneath the gently swaying boughs;
I lay my head down ‘pon the ground,
Lost, my body aches to find that peace.
That elusive peace; the calmness; the serenity;
O thoughts, confused; jumbled; incoherent.
But, hush now, I hear the rustle of the leaves,
Or….wait! Ah, yes, ’tis an angel I sense.
Its wings whisper to me, restful, comforting words;
Thoughts of love and light embrace my very being..
O what ecstasy! The utter delight, the joy I feel,
Yes, this courtyard, this peaceful haven – my every bit of Paradise!
Maloquacious © 2015