Quiescent
Coffeehouse aromas
suffuse senses, dissolving
any semblance
of time.
Unsolved problems
melt away in a
conscious uncaring,
and the day slips, unnoticed.
Deep in a forest
serene daydreams pour
gently over a secret waterfall
into a moss-fringed pool,
a peaceful place.
My calm immersed,
I hear only the
soft, slow whisper
and smooth syllables of
a single word.
Quiescent
Copyright © Rhys Matthew | Year Posted 2011
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