Finding rest in my rhyme

Near to the lake I will arrive in my spirit
And quiet my mind so that I can really hear it
There by the waters where silence is found
I will ponder the mysteries that are all around.

At a distance is fading the  star of the day
While the moon is inviting me to lengthen my stay
Shining so brightly but  with borrowed light
The moon appears ready to watch over night.

I find I that I'm needing a little more  time
To reflect and unwind and rest in some rhyme
Too much has been shaking me deep down inside
So I'll run to my quiet place where I know I can hide.





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