Eye Of The Storm

A soft, piano song on my MP3 player, as the sun falls.
I am warm and content in my own bed, edging to sleep.
For a moment, it’s all good and well, and it’s all sweet.
I dream of an angel, and a mermaid combing her hair
and a girl I kissed long ago, under a blue, brewing sky.
I dream of good things. I find a piece, still shining inside.
I drift to sleep, to quiet thoughts, and a tenderness of heart.

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