A State of Mind

The waves of my mind are finally calm, and the currents and tides are still. 

It's almost as if I put a paper boat on this quiet surface,

the water would leave the paper alone, allowing it to float.

The waves of my mind, 

mellowed out, 

now a reflective surface, 

something that holds the moon the way I wish to be held and will kiss it like a mother's goodnight peck on the forehead. 

The wind, a quiet gentile giant whispering lullabies instead of criticisms. 

Words of encouragement and peace, a friend I never knew.