Tranquility.
It is,
The fountain of my strength…my resolve.
Every face of my charity, my aspirations
From which I draw my every thought
That impetus which drives me forward
Soft illusory colours that decorate dreams
Those cooling salves that ease my spirit
Each warming beam from the morning dawn
My collective and defining experiences
The epiphany only seen in the minds eye
The furtive knowledge of understanding
Sweet breaths of angelic divinity
Essences of delicately dusted solitude
Warmed rains washing and anointing
Pins of light on the sable sky of midnight
And the easy ardent blushing of moonlight
My resonant voice of the silenced soul
The feminine embrace of all humanity
Our lost and veiled nobility of the infinite
Serenity…
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2008
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