Tempered Tranquility

 

Those that touch souls

Throughout dripping night-lands

Of dreamscape

Swathe me

In iridescent indigo

Lifting me up amongst

Lofty wisdom

Showing me that tempered tranquility

Is not a complicated forge

 

Tempting turquoise kisses

Caress my cheek gently

As mist like beings

With their edgeless forms

Suggest to me of

Their grandeur and ageless consent

They whisper of the Universe

And all its pungent possibility

If only we unveil our sight

Peeling back layers

Of imposed ignorance

And look again

Upon virgin concepts

With innocence

Reviews

[Me]

amazing write

[Ed Hart]

you got that right...you got the other one right, too; but i had to catch a train