The Sweetest Songs Of Peace

the angels have come this early morning
in the little room
in this little house
in this little island
in my little time

now they are singing the sweetest songs of peace
while i am sleeping

i must be dreaming
pinch me, pinch me

the islands line themselves like boats
like men and women in an array
in the order of things
lining up in this system

they are listening
i must be dreaming
pinch me! pinch me!
wake me! wake me up!
i must be dreaming

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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