Meadow of Solace
In this meadow by its brook
I stopped to rest my weary head
A golden eagle circled above
capturing my spirit, away it led
Sounds of trickling water over rocks
dismissing all thoughts of troubled days
Lost in my senses and keen to observe
whilst soaking up the warm sun rays
As the wind whispered gently in my ear
I could feel myself swaying with the trees
The long grass whipping across my legs
following the path chosen by the breeze
A sudden urge struck me to howl out loud
the eagle then screeching out my name
My back began to tingle up my spine
I then wondered if the eagle felt the same
A euphoric impulse surged in my mind
lost to this world, but myself was found
Such sacredness is rarely set upon
but in this moment, I was caught abound
So, keep your cities and suburbs away
for in them, I see no solace to find
No connection to speak of at all I'm afraid
instead, I shall keep this secret spot to unwind
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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