Comfortable Silence
From the waken hour when your mind,
still, rambling on pleasant tales.
Comes to a halt of senses
in which the cold air draft
seems more than inviting.
Involving thoughts on frenzy strokes
a talented painter tries to paint it all.
Comes to a magic point when that silence.
Shared it is; the senses, the thoughts, the strokes.
Involving, revolving, like a wonderful toy.
Sealed lips, voyager eyes, ears accurate.
A sea of emotions that transcend into the deepest ocean.
Will come clear and defined in the bluest sky.
In an endless dance, that gives joy to a speechless soul.
still, rambling on pleasant tales.
Comes to a halt of senses
in which the cold air draft
seems more than inviting.
Involving thoughts on frenzy strokes
a talented painter tries to paint it all.
Comes to a magic point when that silence.
Shared it is; the senses, the thoughts, the strokes.
Involving, revolving, like a wonderful toy.
Sealed lips, voyager eyes, ears accurate.
A sea of emotions that transcend into the deepest ocean.
Will come clear and defined in the bluest sky.
In an endless dance, that gives joy to a speechless soul.
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