At Peace
At Peace by Sophie Boswell
The mammoth sun’s fire, penetrates my mind
While crisp, cool, air – an antidote of a kind –
Caresses my skin, in the middle of the day
To help a tangle of thoughts, float away
Fire and ice, simultaneously
Encapsulate my body, and set my mind free
Here I can dwell, on spirit and soul
The things that matter; the things that make me whole
What luxury it is, to breathe pure air
To be lying on my bed, with wind combing my hair
While my brow is sweating, and my toes feel cool
And where silence abounds, like heavenly fuel
To transport me to, some place in space
The place I came from, like the rest of the human race
And the place I’ll return to when it’s time
When Spirit is inside me and I finally resign.
oOo
© 2011 by Sophie Boswell
Sophie Boswell
