Un lieu de paix

Written by: Richard Moriarty

There is a special place, where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.
A place where gentle spirits can go
with wounded hearts or fearful souls -
un lieu de paix - a place of peace,
where sounds and fury all cease.

Far away from noise and prying eyes, 
where soft sounds and quiet times abound.
Un lieu de paix - a place of peace, 
away from all the turbulent sounds.

Days of blue skies, green meadows and slow moving streams -
a land of quiet and pleasant dreams.
Purple flowers brighten slow walks along a country road,
red and yellow ones too, 
Never knew what they were called - 
just beautiful color - like a rainbow's hue.

High overhead fluffy clouds float by,
colorful birds soaring on high.
A place of peace - where children play
with the sound of small voices laughing
while echoing calls of a dare
as they chase butterflies and dandelion blooms
that drift like small parachutes through the air.

The smell of fresh baked pies set out to cool
drift through an open window. 
An old rocking chair waits on the porch
a place of rest from the warm day's sun -
comforted by an old dog lying sleeping nearby 
makes this world a place of quiet - and fun.

Away from all the noise and confusion of the day - 
to a special world of escape from the fray.
A place where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.

A place far away from sounds and prying eyes, 
where soft sounds and quiet times abound.
Un lieu de paix - a place of peace, 
away from all the turbulent sounds.