When time's harsh and unsympathetic hand
gently replaces day with dusk;
When the night lights twinkle under a serene sky,
and the stars come out to play volleyball
with the full and benevolent moon...

When the sound of waves reminds me
of the endless cycles of life,
where inspiration fills my heart
and poetry suffuses the air I breathe;
bringing the two oxygen molecules together
in a lover's embrace...

When a rainbow colours my world
and people discuss destiny and life,
and books and dreams...
Not nightclubs and fashion
and how drunk they got and how much they hate their parents.

And that moment when all of life's worries
melt into the healing place between
two soulmates eyes who understand...

When time's harsh and unsympathetic hand
gently replaces day with dusk;
when the night lights twinkle under a serene sky
and the stars come out to remind me
that I am a tiny but essential beat
in an endless cosmic rhythm...

This is my belonging place.
This is my home.

NB: and PiP is so much like this that it's scary. Thank God!

The soul would have no rainbows, had the eyes no tears.

Shireen,

"My Belonging Place", your title captures your sentiment perfectly.
I like this a great deal.


Hugs,  Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

May ripples of LOVE
become waves of PEACE