Peaceful Pastures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pastures lying peacefully in the darkness of night,
being lit by rays of the moon from above.

Lucid, gently and heavenly as the beauty of this
evening falls into dream-like stances.

Sleepiness pressing upon them silently, unable
to undo the magic of nighttime reflections.

Gathering in dusky trails of heaven, a totally
mysterious ceremony being prepared each night.

As we lay our heads upon pillows of silk and
fall quietly, gently into the night asleep.