Where do I roam when I roam when nobody knows
What dream haunts me to find an invisible prize
To seek to see that which can be seen with closed eyes
Where do I go to when my feet go where my mind goes
What pain twists in my mind, causing me to wander
Whose face do I see that leads me forth and beyond
Whose eyes are grayish blue and hair of golden blonde
What lies within my thoughts as I sit and ponder
Feet be still and do not move me from my slumber
Heart be still and know thy grand purpose lies ahead
Starting today and lasting long after I’m dead
May I fix upon days beyond mortal lumber
Feet be still, heart be tranquil, eyes close and find rest
And, spirit, never forget that you will be blessed
((February 21st,2011))
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