Where I Find Rest

I have to look and see
That outside the dark clouds
Lays a place where great strides are made
To be happy amidst the rain
And I find rest in this place
As my eyes are shut
When I come out of my gate
Stepping into light in a mahogany room
Warm enough to be comfortable
Where I find God with an acoustic guitar
Strumming along and forming the stars
Sitting at the feet of genius
The darkness tries to hide
Taken to a mountain planted near the sea
An ocean view from a thousand feet
Running amid green trees
Aligned neatly in a row
With a black rock path carved between
They solute me as I gaze
Taking off years from a boy
Who couldn't be more than 10
So don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Catching Z's on a dusty floor
Where desert flowers grow
Cool is the touch of the red clay
That baked in heat of seasons past
Waiting for the snow that falls on a grey day
Smiling as I sit on the roof of my own highrise
Comfort comes as joy interjects my reality
Holding hands with my best friend who loves me
I think I'll steal a kiss before it all goes away
Falling back into a bed of cold sheets
The scars of the day have faded
In the place where I find rest