Wednesday, April 06, 2016

A Quiet Of The Soul

Did you ever have a quiet of the soul?

A quiet, almost like the stillness of pond
with no ripples on it?

A quiet of the full moon in
a field of stars?

A quiet of the hare silently bounding
through the night-swept graa?

A quiet of where thoughts do not stick
to your mind but simply dissolve?

It is an odd thing,
when my head is so usually full of things
to simply feel the quiet:
a soft dark blanket that quietly drowns
all else.

2 comments:

PioneerPreppy said...

I love those times. Sadly it seems the world as a whole is always dead set to ruin them for me though.

Toirdhealbheach Beucail said...

Me too Preppy. They come so seldom anymore.