There comes a time, when
one wants to stand,
To be as still as
pyramids, within desert sand,
As the ancient dolmens,
to merely sit & wait,
Just to reach in one´s
mind, that solitary state,
There comes a time.
There comes a time, when
one wants no more,
To be the gentle wave,
lapping soft silent shore,
As Stonehenge, so still,
through passing seasons,
To attain that place,
without any given reasons,
There comes a time.
There comes a time, when
one just wants to be,
To be that quiet lake,
instead of wild lashing sea,
As quiet as moonlit
dreams & not of dancing sun,
To be with one´s own
soul, just to be, merely one,
There comes a time.
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