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.