by Jake Murray18 Dec 2014
I dream of a place where there is calm,
Where the country sun sinks quietly
On the horizon, where the walk home
Is kissed by the wind, bringing sounds
Of children and birds across the fields.
I dream of a room in the house where
Stillness is waiting, rocking by the fire
Where food is ready, where she is walking
After a day of thought, and love, and resting.
I dream of the end of the journey, of an end
To the fighting, of no more blood, of no more
Tears. I dream of walking up to her and turning
Her head. She meets my eyes with her eyes.