No rest for the wicked is how the saying goes

But tediousness is tiresome work to say the least

I seek a place that I may quietly rest my noisy head

It waits for me high above and to the direct Northeast

A point of refuge for the traveler in the night

A corner of the world with a uniqueness all its own

Diamonds and emeralds grace its endless shores

A glistening path to serenity is what you will be shown

All around leviathans reach for the glory of the heavens

As depths are concealed by a pristine sheet of the deepest blue

A place holding the most genuine of divine inspirations

Where heart and mind can grasp what’s right and true

The wise men and the elders that graced this land before

Left so much to teach us if we open eyes enough to find

Respect for the spirit of what Mother Earth bestowed upon us

Take solely what is…

View original post 47 more words


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s