May I rest for a short while,
Where the angels once trod,
Lay alone as the flowers bloom,
Whisper quietly to mornings moon.
Sharing time with the essence,
Breathe in all but the sun,
Stroke the carpet of lavender,
Ashen cloud, day's begun.
Be at peace with my minds eye,
Ask the questions of life,
Feel the touch of the angels,
Flowing rivers, healing strife.
A nice poetic expression on self healing.Well done +10
Self healing is the future, the doctors dish pills out for anything. Self healing is definitely the way to go. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Sarah, Be at peace With the mind’s eye... The best advice. Lovely.