Gods Creature
Peace
Spring is late this year
Again the weather is fine and clear.
The sun is coming out to bring forth
the wonders of the day.
The morning is about to begin.
There is something happy on the way.
I stand tall and erect not even fully awake
with a mysterious feeling
That I belong at home
At immortality.It gets kind of lonely;
Lonesomeness from words
And their final meanings.
A tongue without noise,
An ear to noiseless sound,
Nothing can be harmed.
Merely being here means something.
I'm here with inner peace,
ecstatic with emotion,
Holding self conversation,
In an easy breath of air,
Happy to accept myself
As Gods creature.
