Chaos and Calm

When my world is a whirl of chaos, colour and noise
There are a handful of things that bring me profound calmness

Laying flat on the Earth, on grass or sand
Looking up at the sky, blue and cloud or stars in the deep black

Breathing in deeply, fresh and clean air with my eyes closed
Hot wind or cool rain on my face

There is warm tea, dimmed lights and the smell of a new book

Sleeping in when its cold outside, rain dropping against the glass windows
Surrounded in a blankets warm embrace

Then there is you lover
To be wrapped all around in you, your skin pressed into mine
Breathing you in, fingers entwined.

There are only a handful of things…