No rest for the wicked is how the saying goes

But this tedium is tiresome work to say the least

I seek a place that I may quietly rest my noisy head

It waits for me high above and to the direct Northeast


A point of refuge for the traveler in the night

A corner of the world with a uniqueness all its own

Diamonds and emeralds grace its endless shores

A glistening path to serenity is what you will be shown


All around leviathans reach for the glory of the heavens

As depths are concealed by a pristine sheet of the deepest blue

A place holding the most genuine of divine inspirations

Where heart and mind can grasp what’s right and true


The wise men and the elders that graced this land before

Left so much to teach us if we open eyes enough to find

Respect for the spirit of what Mother Earth bestowed upon us

Take solely what is needed, leaving only footprints behind


This place exists in both reality and in my burdened mind

I take the road less traveled to find it when things get tense

Even the journey is a form of personal peace and salvation

Gifts that can be found here are nothing short of immense