Deep, within my
old tired & weary mind,
I go wandering
around, just trying to find,
Peace, tranquil
succour & only silent sound,
No voice, nor
cacophony on earthly ground.
It´s quiet where I
go, within my stagnant still,
Imbibing silent
noise, I softly quaff my daily fill,
Where my internal
dawn rises & gently glisters,
With mere echoes
of Angel´s choral whispers.
And in my meanderings,
I stoop to slowly sip,
Kissing God´s counsel,
from His soft & silent lip,
And in the distance
of my life, I hear soft sighing,
In secrets of the clouds,
as they float away dying.
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