Peace Is... Poem by Terry Hoffman

the soothing songs within my head,
as I lie upon my bed.

the gentle music playing 'round,
while soothing silence does abound.

gentle darkness that does protect
hopes and dreams that I project.

lilting melodies of gold
that I hear as I grow old.

a soft sweet breeze on summer's day;
hammock soft in which I sway.

the gentle sunlight on my face;
while I haunt a private place.

the softly dripping crying rain
washing out all of my pain;

an autumn leaf that's floating down,
finding rest upon the ground.

a cup of tea to slake my thirst,
its flavor in my mouth does burst.

the incense wafting 'round my head;
into its smoke, my cares have fled.

the soft, sweet crying of a dove
singing to the world its love.

the peepers crying in the marsh,
their song strident, but not harsh.