Silver Lines In The Sky

Peace came home to me
While I was lying in my bed
Thinking, of silver lines in the sky,
They were dancing oh so freely
While they brightly burned their light

T'was morning, birds were singing merrily
When peace came home to me
Clothed of silver lines that shone brightly,
Such elegance it appeased my heart
Such emitted spark that it erased the dark

The sky was plentiful of silver lines
And peace revealed its face to me,
It was hiding itself amongst silver lines
These silver lines in the sky
While all of these clouds flew by

Suddenly these silver lines shape-shifted
And peace suddenly appeared as a being
A gigantic one, a net of silver lines,
It walked pass me, touched my face —
It was spirit, and I was all amazed

I followed it till the vast ocean
And there it mingled with the water,
The ocean became sprightly, filled with peace
And in my mind, my imagination, I plunged,
Where peace I breathed within my lungs

Peace came home to me
While I was lying on my bed
Thinking, of silver lines in the sky.

-eiravel-

I was recently shuffling through the pages of the encyclopaedia of magical creatures, and the lines: ‘peace up to heaven, heaven over earth, earth under heaven, peace in everyone’, told by the mythological creature ‘Morrigan’, instantly fired up my inspiration, which, compared to peace, please, is more visceral, more about the personalisation of the emotions I felt on the moment where I imagined those silver lines hovering in the sky.