Peace - like a river
rolling ,
murmuring sweet nothings,
mother to child,
on the scorched evening prairie,
and the hot and lazy wind playing upon a sea of golden grasses.
A murmuration of starlings above - behold the great symphony in the sky.
In the morning my Love,
you in my arms ,
peace in my heart,
it beats with fire,
peace and peace and rhythm,
time beats on
rolling
and you're murmuring sweet nothings.
and my heart on fire .
longing.
and yearning
the river burning In the evening sun.
it whispers an ageless story if you'll rest and listen.
the river takes me home.
to you
my peace.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Peace - like a river
rolling ,
murmuring sweet nothings,
mother to child,
on the scorched evening prairie,
and the hot and lazy wind playing upon a sea of golden grasses.
A murmuration of starlings above - behold the great symphony in the sky.
In the morning my Love,
you in my arms ,
peace in my heart,
it beats with fire,
peace and peace and rhythm,
time beats on
rolling
and you're murmuring sweet nothings.
and my heart on fire .
longing.
and yearning
the river burning In the evening sun.
it whispers an ageless story if you'll rest and listen.
the river takes me home.
to you
my peace.
