Call me

Ecclesiastes 4:6 

⁶ Better a handful with quietness
Than both hands full, together with toil and grasping for the wind.

I love the sound of quietness stroking my heart’s fiber

I love sound of peace kissing me on my forehead

I love the view of brightness in its serene beauty 

I embrace the wedding feast that will be a fact

I enjoy the sound of music gliding through the air

I enjoy a gentle harmony soothing dream’s expectations

I enjoy going to it where everything is fair

I enjoy the final symphony in a smiling anticipation

Call me a dreamer … possibly out of mind

Call me a product of confused emotion

Call me what you want … no need to be kind

Label me a victim of misplaced devotion