Peace is a Wayward Wind

Driftin’…
that’s all that wood knows
Out to a sea where there is no end
Carried by the wayward wind
It is that image that reminds me most of
Me
A person driftin’ aimlessly
Seeking solid ground to rest
A weary soul
To lay my head on rich and heavy soil
As the sun boils
My skin
Peace cannot be contained
From within
It is that wayward wind
That departs too often
Like a cool breeze on a
warm day
Peace is that wayward wind
That never intends to
Stay.