Poem: Tranquil tomorrow sleeps . . .
Heard not empty vessels filled full stillness,
Hues smile silent drops flood painter’s thirst,
Cricket’s laughter dwindles speaking not illness,
Listless soars higher light bubbles not verse first.
Afar breaks quiet whispers shares a smile,
Seen eloquent waters stirred together one,
Sealed eyes speak understanding not of I’ll,
Words lack reason glee full no need battle won.
Fairies dance, angels whisper, elves not laugh,
Winds nestle touch of breeze aloft shed scroll,
Comfort cradles lost fullness now less than half,
A companion nuzzles touch merriment of soul.
No land nor sea of need empty breathes are life,
Adventures no need of memory welcomed serenity,
Tones absent silent fingers strum merrily on fife,
No alas, need of ‘tis, nor next, only a cup’pa tea . . .
A companion of tranquil at times is solitude
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