As the sun goes down
I hear the sound
Of breezes rustling through the cherry trees.
Calm blue of dusk
White-grey of shadowed blossoms
Pale pink of horizon.
A perfect night for lovers
A perfect night for dreamers
For those who long for what lies past the stars
For those who think wistfully of the dangerous depths of the sea.

Here I am-

in my quiet place

resting, dreaming, thinking, singing,

discovering me.

Resting here-

in my quiet place

clearing away needless worries,

becoming free.

Dreaming here-

in my quiet place

filling my mind with fantasy,

the me I'd like to be.

Thinking here-

in my quiet place

thinking thoughts never before thought,

original to me.

Singing here-

in my quiet place

soaring above to mundane of life,

"Be still, be still,” He said to me.

"But Father, do you not see?

I must pray, as I do, at the end of the day,

'Pray constantly,' did You not say?

"Father, I'm weary,

My days feel quite dreary,

As I struggle to follow your will,

'Tis quite hard to simply 'be still.'

"I try and I sigh,

But quite often I cry,

Out to You with distress,