Imagination of the Mild
When I in want of silent stillness search for leisure of my will I do placate my natural mind to the depths of my own kind That abides in places mild where what is known was once the wild Imagination unbridled free adrift in winds above the seas In hands that toiled in dirt of earth giving life in endless births To flowers, songs and celebrations of adventures and hibernati on Drinking wines of passions true voicing visions out of the blue Basking in the warmth of sun where all is welcome to become A lasting art of living fair where none is shunned and devil beware The voices of the living rise in melodies beyond the cries Where none have heard so sure a sound that can be found on yonder ground And youth is not a wished for thing but brought anew in shower rains To wash away the makeshift madness and bring to life a new day's gladness Running with the tides of time lilting in the soul of minds Who never falter or besmirch the chance again to bring with mirth A new beginning to crea...