Peace In Solitude

Were peace in solitude the fondest wish of man, The light of dawn could scorch it with its heat. Were his great mind a large expanse of sand, The dark blue sea could hide it in the deep. Our hasty sun, undaunted, goes to sleep And leaves behind a world with many fools, Whose great delight is learning how to keep The honest man ignored and bound by rules. Betrayed, the humble plod into the night But feel no anger, grief, regret or fear: The deep abyss itself can spread its light When its rare crystals sparkle true and clear. May purest hearts have peace like the calm sea, Avoid the world’s abuse and wander free. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com