Just when I am about
to touch the peace,
the Soul of Serenity
seems to each time tease,
its soft light and floral scent
dissipating into floating ripples
until it again becomes another
path of reverie revealed.
But I am getting weary.
Let me hold you, dear
Soul of Serenity.
Dome us in this
place of paradise;
turn the rest to ripples
kept in limbo
for a while.
©LauraDenise