Storms

Close your eyes , try to sleep

bury the waking nightmares somewhere far

Suppress the memories throbbing so deep

hinder awakening of a forlorn scar

Sheathe the sword of your doubts

serve as a model to your own mind

Read again the noetic book

soon all the answers you shall find

Rest the windows of your soul

lay down tired face , on to soft pillow

Let inner peace embrace your heart

the outside storms darkness shall swallow

(C) Copyright Dinka Bednjacic

Written , 18 August 1991