Inner Peace

Midnight passes like a silent maiden
on her way to the next moon-rise.
Enchanted by fragrant memories awakened,
the spark returns from darker times.

If sorrow was the window pane
and regret, the tempered glass,
the curtains cover the cold and rain
awaiting the peace lost in the past.

Fair maiden , if you smile now,
in what good thoughts do thee...
keep in your heart to warm your soul?
This from you I need.

I look to feel my fathers wisdom
when I worry endlessly.
A cure for all that ails is waiting
my courage to believe....

in me.