Peace

There is a place
Where one can sing out with their whole soul
And still have breath enough to laugh with the innocent mountains
That slowly descend into fertile fields of wheat and barley.
Where every walk is a dance carried by the wind
Away from the shackles of time
Into the not so distant, but ever-eluding now,
Where eternity rests in peace
And beckons softly in the hearts of the homesick