Through Closed Eyes Life before our eyes can be An over stimulating sea, Of all the noise and busyness Until escape�s the only way for us. So we close our eyes and contemplate On things that we appreciate; Of peace and utter solitude. Soon relaxed, in a change of mood. All obstacles have been erased, No limits put on time and space. This kind of peace comes from within Where will of heart and love begin. Our fears and nightmares run and hide When hope comes faithful to our side. And wishful dreams of finer times Unties the heavy rope that binds. The gift imagination brings, This creator of all playful things, Is kin to what unlocks a mystery The puzzle solved, a truth set free. Research and knowledge bear the brand, Of accomplished works, skills of hand, Fail to compare, with no surprise, With all that�s seen, through closed eyes. Douglas Fletcher 5/14/2001 |
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