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
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Its sounds like a marvelous place 🙂
To me there is no more marvelous place than Lake Tahoe California
I feel rather the same about Cape May NJ