A Place Called Serenity

Published by The Underground.

I long to be with the dirt,
So the trees watch over me
And the flowers and I are in pure harmony.

Won’t need a priest to wish me off
Or a choir to sing,
Just keep my eyes to the clouds—

I dream of a place called Serenity
Where there’s no war
And everyone is happy;

Here, I’m alone on my own planet,
Waiting for you to come back
And bring me a moon.

What if aliens and angels are the same?
And the galaxy is God—
I’m a soul floating in stardust.

painting: “The Starry Night,” Vincent van Gogh (1889)

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