Amanda Hill

INNER PEACE

Just close your eyes
   Then float away
Birdsong, gentle breeze
        No voices.

No worries climb the beach
        To clog your mind,
        Invade your space,
  Fill your brain with doom.

        Sunshine, warmth
           Distant dreams
Of beaches YOU WILL visit,
            Forest glades,
            Twilight lakes,
              Gentle kiss 
     Of nightime on your lips

                  You drift
            Till close of day.

Flights, Issue Nine, June 2023