
There is a place;
Amidst the noise and hustle,
As the busy afternoon welcomes the setting sun:
Where waves gently caress the enduring sands
Of time immemorial,
In a ritual gesture that has been repeated for millennia.
I relocate;
Existing beyond very time and space to this place,
And only in this place do I glimpse peace:
If only for just a moment in time,
Blessed by the gentle rays of cosmic fire
Descending into the western sky.
Enchanted by serenity;
As the troubles of the mind dissolve,
Willfully encouraged by the encroaching stillness:
That lure of the night,
Of being kissed by moonlight
Within the nurturing embrace of starlight.

Written by Golden Gnome
Copyright 2012 - 2014. All rights reserved.
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