A Temporal Peace.
Updated on January 3, 2010
A Temporal Peace.
Somewhere in the
middle of a room,
away from windows,
my eyes to the world,
seperate from news
rolled tight at my door,
all radios and T.V. off,
no talking heads
spouting negative pain,
no salesmen cross
my padlocked fence,
and groves of massive trees
block out all sound.
I am surrounded
by deep woods
and snugly hid away,
my walls in heavy
carpet, ceiling too,
the floors in shag,
accoustically sound dies,
only my breathing
and my heartbeat rise,
I squat within a
sunbeam dancing bright,
I find a peace
on this earth
far to few,
can find in
any other place
worldwide,
and ponder all the
noise I soon must face,
when needs demand
I exit through that door,
but for now I bask
in dust motes
and stretch out,
till in an hour
nothing's heard
but snores,
somewhere in
the middle
of a room.
©-MFB III