Oasis

You are my oasis,
my still waters,
my place of peace.

In the midst of hatred,
you love.
in the midst of madness,
you make my heart dance.

You are
my dawn, the clear air
after the storm.

About this poem

After a few days of darkness, I needed a happier poem. This was an experiment in casting a poem both as spiritual, and as a love poem.

The picture was take on one of my quarry walks this summer.

Be well,

Tom