Rest

You once ran with the trails and streams,

and swung amongst the trees,

Eyes so wide and deep with reckless dreams-

They carried you along

 

But you will find a resting place

where stars will light the room

and trees will bend with sacred grace

beneath the silver moon



You never seemed to split the layers,

to finally come out clean

Floating aimlessly, enjoying the view,

that was all life was to you
 


I'd see you run and hide at night,

your spirit bold and burning bright

I know his whispers phase your soul

with piercing, flaming words of light
 


But you would find a resting place

where stars still light the room

and trees still sway with sacred grace

beneath the silver moon-


that was life to you,

beneath the silver moon. 

The End

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