Be Still Child

She roars at me - be still child let me take you in my folds of chill. And she soothes my radicals post poning the equations that make less sense. Her voice is so comforting as I lay back in her wake. Letting her mellow tones wash over me The rhythm brings color to the night My artistic nature crawls through cuddling me into a warm evening cloud splashing onto my better nature - bringing out the good in me. The glory of an evening sky plays well with my vision. Tricking my imagination to rise to new heights. And so bringing out the humor in lifes daily toil. Showing not what is - but would be. I can breathe the fresh scent - comitted to memory for dreams to come. I fill my lungs - licking salt from once trembling lips The awe astounds me - this masterpiece. I feel the pain of departure i leave my goodbyes to fade - carried away by a sweet breeze that kisses the words from my cherry lips she roars back at me - close your eyes child and i will be there to take you in my folds of chill.