Quietude












Some days from me those quiet thoughts elude

and carry me into a world of dreams;

'tis here my moody self knows solitude

and silence paints in colored hues its schemes.

If I were asked to tell you what this means,

no words could say just how my heart defines

the peacefulness of all those hushed betweens,

or how anticipation ne'er confines.

Perhaps if you could only see it all

upon a canvas blanketed with white

and how the artist strokes with each brush fall,

you'd understand the depth of inner flight.

You might begin to grasp a hold anon,

to ways I must contend with, off and on.

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To ways I must contend with off and on,

I beg of you to see below the paint;

look through the oils and mixtures there upon,

to see the sparkles clinging there so faint.

You even may request to touch just one,

to feel the pliability when wet;

but know this now that love won't come undone

when fingers touch the dye of tehelet.

But please, do let me tell you just once more,

about my place of peace to ponder from;

I go there through a portal, not a door,

whose entry stirs my own heart like a drum.

Emotions stilled will always come unglued

they seem to know just how I can allude

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They seem to know just how I can allude,

and run to shallow shadows softly set;

landscaped in rivers lined and simply crude,

as cushioned and bejeweled amulet.

Within this portrait made of self and true,

swims firmament of hearts in purple pearls;

across horizon folded into blue,

they streak in silky streams of cobalt swirls.

I see this all so clearly, there alone,

as if love's hand were stroking now my face;

I live in promise of sweet love as known

and entertain it here, soft tied in lace.

Its silver showers waterfalls to don,

such things that tend to make me mimic dawn.

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Such things that tend to make me mimic dawn,

in misty silhouettes that rainbow danced

across the manicured and tended lawn,

of all that happens, magic has enhanced.

Within my own soliloquy serene,

a masterpiece of loving words is born;

it comes to life because of love I glean

and treasure, lest from my own arms it's shorn.

Reality holds tasteless waves of crime,

sometimes I think it's there to badger me;

it takes my dreams and plays with them in mime,

I'd like to bury it beneath the sea.

But then the way to me becomes so clear,

in quietude within my mind I hear.

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In quietude within my mind I hear,

for there, within my world of powder pink

a hush cannot pervade what holds no fear

and that is what's important, don't you think?

For what would be the sense in letting go,

if it was really worth the effort when

it kissed so sweetly my own soul to know?

'Tis things as this I write with poet's pen.

That muse of mine created this safe spot,

a place for me to travel through the sky;

yet here sit I amidst the silence ... not,

some days to wonder why it is I try.

Then you appear to make me feel worthwhile

and see the moments that have made me smile

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And see, the moments that have made me smile,

all lined up there before me in your eyes;

god, how those sparkles dare to me beguile,

I see them here at dusk and when I rise.

Yes, all of this I see in quiet breeze,

perhaps in sounds of swans upon a lake;

or even in the gentle tapping keys

as words I write in rhyme for lover's sake.

You see I know that fantasy is real,

it's just another way to move about;

emotions then can scream in Braille to feel,

and love will recognize it with no doubt.

This quiet place of mine is so sincere,

because I know what things I hold so dear,

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Because I know what things I hold so dear,

I contemplate them when I float inside

a cloud that hovers o'er my head that's sheer

and love's right there with me to ride beside.

Indulge me now, if you can spare the time,

an epoch presentation starts out slow

when always seeking something new to rhyme,

and I've a few more jewels to bestow.

There's magic in these words of love and hush,

remember now the canvas shown to you?

It won't be finished lest we slow the rush

and speak one time of portal's open view.

I'll try to do it for you with some style

and keep within my self-imposed exile.

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And keep within my self-imposed exile,

a seat for you should you e'er need to stop

and breathe to feel the urgency of trial;

in quietude you'll always feel on top.

Just take the portal closest to the moon,

there is no need, you know, to ever knock;

what's in this place is always quite in tune,

the hands in here are painted on the clock.

All that is mined is yours to share for sure,

this soul of mine is one that loves to play;

there's not a day goes by that here can't cure,

it's here I come to shoo the blues away.

Can you now see how I rise far above?

In dreams I share and fly in arms of love,

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In dreams I share and fly in arms of love,

I don't believe there's any finer flight;

I know exactly what I'm speaking of

in quietude and solitude by night.

There's music playing always in my mind,

the melody it brings to me is soft;

it's there I go to hear another kind

of lyrics sung and hung from raftered loft.

The words I hear remind me in all ways,

that songs will bring to me a place to kiss;

each one of them holds special many days

and certainly refreshes infused bliss.

Perchance you'll surely understand just why

such music sweet in stillness wafts on high.

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Such music sweet in stillness wafts on high

and I have learned to sit and ponder much;

'tis not the quiet here that answers why,

but more the time I take to think and touch.

I've seen and heard the winds that often move,

across the valleys ... over desert floors,

not everything is destined for a groove,

some find their way outside the canyon doors.

I like to be the one who lives to learn

and reaches for the brightest star out there;

for when I do my feelings always yearn,

to give much more of me without a care.

It spreads from soul to soul within my love,

as through the universe so far above.

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As through the universe so far above,

while reaching through a hole in Mister Moon;

my thoughts in silence fly when dreaming of

the one and only steady place I've hewn.

I've promised roses and sweet daffodils,

all strewn about in vineyards and tall grass;

it's there, among cathedrals on the hills,

that much is seen in crystal looking glass.

The trips I make to share a perfect view,

or roll across the clouds in soft embrace;

all bring with them a happiness, it's true

and it begins right here in quiet's place.

I hope one day you'll understand just why,

in open arms that welcome my soft sigh.

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In open arms that welcome my soft sigh,

there's always room when loving only one;

I'll never know a day that I must cry,

for nothing said will ever come undone.

It's like the times when love just knows the way,

and takes in stride the freshest air's refill;

then strolls the path and stops to feel the day,

as beauty sings its song in echoed trill.

What more could make the earth be still, yet shake,

lest some new secret now not yet be known?

To tremble slightly when soft lips partake,

is but the seeds of passion being sown.

Love's every touch has always felt so good,

its promise now to me is understood,

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Its promise now to me is understood,

in love one gives of self for all its worth;

in times of troubled stumbling blocks withstood,

then share the joy and wallow in such mirth.

Can you now picture why my special place

is where I come to sit and contemplate;

or how to measure tears upon my face,

when truly thoughts are not a thing of fate?

One day you might just find what I have found

and need somewhere to go to hold delight;

believe me when I say it won't confound,

but offer you instead a dream so right.

You'll be so glad your place is where you stood,

contentment comes to those who knew it would

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Contentment comes to those who knew it would,

within the frame of silence you can be

devotedly dependent and so good ...

a part of longing or a soul that's free.

Perchance you find your mind cannot let go,

of something trivial and small indeed;

it's then you must convince yourself to show

that openly you'll free your soul to bleed.

The way is neither hard nor soft but sweet,

for there, beneath the firmament of life,

you'll find release in peaceful sole retreat,

that washes truth to seep through stress and strife.

From all of this I hope you can conclude,

some days from me those quiet thoughts elude.

~~*~~

Some days from me those quiet thoughts elude

to ways I must contend with off and on;

they seem to know just how I can allude

to things that tend to make me mimic dawn.

In quietude within my mind I hear

and see the moments that have made me smile;

because I know what things I hold so dear,

and keep within my self-imposed exile.

In dreams I share and fly in arms of love,

such music sweet in stillness wafts on high;

as through the universe so far above

in open arms that welcome my soft sigh.

Its promise now to me is understood,

contentment comes to those who knew it would.


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