Restless

The longing for peace sends me
off on a journey to a far and distant
land, where flowers bloom and birds
sing, whenever you close your eyes

I close my eyes and listen to
sounds that only make me wheep
I open them back again and
see you comming up the hill

What strange awareness of the
brain what sence of being free
a place that makes you long
for more than mere tranquility

And when I'm back I'll search
for you and find you I sure will
for in my heart there has always
been only place for you my dear

Reviews

[Chris]

"Wheep" ? "Sence" ? "Comming" ? Flaws detract from what came across as a thought-full piece of work

[Jeannine Winklaar]

Humble Taking in your comment. Thanks.

[Chris]

we're human and flaws and typos are a way-of-life - regrettably. But this place is where we each get the help of extra eyes as well as the opportunity to have our "voices" heard. I liked what you had to say

[Jeannine Winklaar]

Greatfull for the oportunity. I will read some of yours.

[Chris]

I look forward to speaking more with you AND hearing your thoughts.