There's a peaceful place called Tranquility,
Of outstanding beauty that's found at sundown;
Where clouds of purple & red streak their way fully across the sky;
And the sun lies low amidst the dark, red horizon;
While a wondrous waterfall cascades downward;
As it flows against rocky landscapes on it's journey out to sea,
Then the twilight hours give way to shades of silvery-blue;
While moonbeams cast their soft glow upon the land below;
As trees & mountains create their own dark shadows
conceiving a ghostly view,
All this propagates some mystery to my dream of Tranquility.
Spiritsong
Jan.3/11
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