I Drift Away. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

I drift away under the night air,
as everyone is asleep.
The cool breeze goes swiftly past
and puts me at my ease.

I hear the sweet sound of the blackbird
singing in the tree.
The moon she beckons softly to me
While I stand underneath the old apple tree.

I drift for I want to escape
the monotonous gloom and doom,
that has invaded our dear World
and turned it into a tomb.

Where sadness has replaced joy.
Where despair has replaced hope.
Where fear is on the daily menu.
Where the powers to be are a joke!

In drifting away, I appease my anger
and change my thoughts.
I forget about the wrongs and I forget about the wroughts.

I drift away under the night air
as everyone is asleep.
I know the time will come
when everything will be at peace.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c)
Painting: Forget me not by Chie Yoshii.