Our favorite place is peaceful at night.
We're drawn into the calm blue,
touched by the liquefied silk and
taken in by the beauty of it all...
We throw our troubles overboard
Into a quiet abyss of darkness.
They float like petals at peace,
our sorrows disappear into the night.
Still floating our boat gently rocks,
you awaken me like the breeze...
Dreaming is over now and we're
forced to Sail back into the land
of existence.
Shelley L Baxter Stanley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-existance/
