There is this sacred place nearby
And few years past I acquired
A few acres from that sacred place
deep in the woods
Most would call the wilderness
but home to me
So magical of a place
my mind’s eyes disappearance...
Deep In abyss of the mountains
Peace and quiet exactly
What my soul needed
my spirit and heart at peace here
So whenever
peace tries to escape my mind
You could always
find me there, lurking there
Setting up my mind free
and just like a dream I belong
So amazing and sacred
even the greatest artist
could never captured its allure
Perfect place
for a poetic mind to dwell
The sounds of wind blowing
the birds singing
and
the wonderful
sounds of the river caressing
the Rocky Mountains
so peacefully restfully soothing
put my trouble mind at ease...
The Rocky Mountains stone
truly a sacred place to  me
nothing but love
what a place of ecstasy
strikingly when night falls
being way off the grid
In the endless darkness of night
lightning bugs Lanterns my paths
away from the restless tango
of the bright lights
city noises  
and a venue divided by loathing
Here in abyss of the mountains
I am at one with nature
enjoying all God’s creatures
Scrutinizing the wild tango and crawling in
the thickest bushy mountain
while relaxing my back
on my grass quilt
at the Same time cooling my feet
In the creek near the fire
a seeing flare
to keep my soul warm
and with no other care in mind
I allow my mind soul to roam free
In the sacred garden of ecstasy
to escape the here and now
No doubt such beauty
of a place can restore a mental calm
when my feet are on fire
faith cracks peace is no more
and nowhere else to run
Here by the red rock creek
my wilderness Momma
is where I’ll doze.

Walking along a warm sandy beach,
Seeing a beautiful sunset in your eyes,
A fiery Seoul; enthusiastic flames burning in your heart,

Holding your warm hand,
Seeing you smile,
Dancing in the ocean waves; Laughing without a care,

Singing to guitar strings;
Floating in yesterday's memories,
Brightening my life,

Warming my heart,
Lifting me up,
With a Soul brighter than any sunrise.

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Are you a painter of lost shadows?
A drawer of fearful silhouettes of troubled memories.
Do you have a paint brush that loves being diped in deep black ink?
Coz I got pitch-black issues...
And one of it is how bad I want you to dip into my soul...
You will find all the dark ink and paint you need...
Slowly, paint my choked brokenness on paper.