Antiquated Silence
embossing the ambiance of the evening,
pledged to myself in the liveliness of my thinking,
providing my mind with small comforts of thought.
Dew drawn on a clover leaf,
sunlight streaming through tree limbs,
the smell of fresh rain drops, tinkling piano keys,
birds softly chirping an evening chorus of praise,
satisfied with their living, what a glorious day,
crickets playing fiddles, small peeps near a pond,
cotton soft clothing, a well kept home.
Onward they go, my ideas as they mingle
in thoughts now of caterpillars soon to be butterflies
honey bees dancing dusting pollen from feet
a quilt, flowers, incense, indeed my sweet treat.
Clouds building castles no man can see
winds painting hillsides as onward they sweep
doves cooing softly draped in pine trees
day lilies, honey suckle, vines blooming sweet pea.
Still, now they settle, quite, content
nothingness pervades
my thoughts now well spent
the world cast aside to fend for itself
the earth at rest now leaving only myself
to linger in phrases listening as a friend
blessing my being wholly within
settling my spirit, rejuvenating, inspired
on these thoughts I linger on these which inspire.
