Wrecked and ravaged
Torn at the seams.
A storm tossed ship
Rides sleepless dreams.
Like wind blown birds
Thoughts fly your head,
All weary to travel
Yet still land led.
A quieter haven
There shall seek.
Those raging waves,
Their ardour cease.
Find gentle balm on quieter seas,
In realms of peaceful sleep.
May your head rest easy on
May your head rest easy on cotton clouds'...nice write
"Deepinyourdreams"
I like the sound of that,
I like the sound of that, it's beautiful, thank you.