marker and acrylic on drawing board
This...
O this heaven, oh this happiness
this home of hearts and dreams
Let it be the reality of love
for me that it seems
A charter for the future
A plan of active work
A refuge in the midst of
A mad world gone berserk
Solace comes not easily
whilst tossed and flung forlorn
Chaos reigns supremely
midst the torrent of the storm
Let me seek this quality
during hours that feel the worst
Let me but remember
bliss so brilliant I might burst
into a shining star
whose gleaming does recall
this heaven, this hallowed happiness
which holds and heals us one and all...
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