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Its Quiet Now
It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
– the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature’s changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
Cipher_O2 Comments-
Awesome…
I am going studio to studio,
taking the maiden voyage…Glad you christened this
vessel…A very fine production…
Like a balm to the soul…
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