Resting in Peace

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I stepped beyond a front storm door

Onto cracked steps, that concrete floor

Hand to the wood, no splinters, it would seem

Even in death, I know my dreams.


The sky was night, a moonlit scape

A stellar canvas in a dreamer's gaze

No cars lay near, no storefront's sheen

The world was quiet; I was at peace.


I walked along familiar roads

Beneath the canopies I loved

Uneven ways touched with bare feet

So imperfect, and yet so complete


A hand dipped down to pockets void

Save for a mask, a wondrous toy -

Through its eyes I saw the life I once lead

That I had left now, cold and dead


I felt no chill, face to the wind

No childhood pests to swat away

A gentle breeze that marks its path

It comes and goes for other days.


No rules or laws that bind me here

I'm free to see the world as I please

I think a moment, I'm there the next

Highlights of my life, my last reprieve


No tears run down in acid rivers

I mourn for none, my place is here

Where my life's wishes are finally fulfilled

I have only harmony; I have no fear.


I thought about a place I've gone once

Where my strongest dream would then come true

Where I met an Ohioan that I'd known four years

The second half of OHMI, a creator too


I opened my eyes to the venue of my past

Vacant and chilled like the peace that could last

Til' the mask was put up and I was once more alive

At perhaps the highest moment in my life


I relived the rain and I walked in the lines

I posed for the pictures, left no ticket behind

I felt sweat on my skin and the bass of the stage

I sipped bubble tea nearby when the clock struck too late


I took the mask off just to end that night there

I recalled the next day would be endless despair

But I was free to live what moments I deemed that I loved

I decided, this must be what true peace is made of.


Those who rest in peace find themselves where they belong

Where in their eyes, it's perfect; there is nothing wrong

A place where they are happy, they smile and maybe cry

That place was my dream: it was the afterlife.

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