Call me
Ecclesiastes 4:6
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