Call me

Ecclesiastes 4:6 

Better a handful with quietness
Than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind.

 

I love the sound of quietness stroking my heart’s fiber

I love sound of peace kissing me on my forehead

I love the view of brightness in its serene beauty 

I embrace the wedding feast that will be a fact

 

I enjoy the sound of music gliding through the air

I enjoy a gentle harmony soothing dream’s expectations

I enjoy going to it where everything is fair

I enjoy the final symphony in a smiling anticipation

 

Call me a dreamer … possibly out of mind

Call me a product of confused emotion

Call me what you want … no need to be kind

Label me a victim of misplaced devotion

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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