At Peace
It is quiet night, that I can hear – a quiet night,
Darkened, that I can see, it is a cloudless sky.
My feet are dirtied from the sand they land,
My eyes are wide open, and so are my hands.
Now I have reached to a common man’s cave
Whence suddenly hear the crashing of waves
Clashes of the sounds, they fight for the lead
Even the soothing wind soars like a beast
Peaceful rest comes by the strangest of ways
It never does occur to me on one of my days
I close my eyes while the others are dancing
My heart is clear; the quietude is enchanting
Then I see an old man by a burning bough
He’s desperate, to cope with the forlorn cold
A moment of peace the heat could render
At dark, he last gains some sense of comfort
He’s left his soul while the fire’s burning still
This instance passes an echo of the unfulfilled
The dancers cease their dancing and rejoice
When their eyes succumb to the empty void
Tonight’s, I feel, somewhat a kinder night
So, I saunter along the rising tides
I’m at peace, just one night, also quite dazed
While the moonlight shines on a cliff ablaze
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