Feeling Lulled

Closing my eyes,

I hear a sound,

a inner silent sound,

like when I was lulled,

when in the windy days,

I was in a wood, swinging,

in a big hammock,

hearing the wind,

and what it was saying.

Even now,

when I have work to do,

I still can hear that sound.

The sound, the soft sound,

the dancing over the sea,

in a mind full of ideas,

but silent, all silence around,

to hear that call,

of the trees wispering,

and me, swinging,

lulled by the calm wind passing,

and within that,

the wanted peace,

in my soul.