While the Quiet
When able to catch up to time,
the exhaustion subsides, the slow repose,
a moment to engage in fantasy,
perhaps a recall of some quiet reality.
When my thoughts of sweet mystique
the eyes are always a glance,
notions of smile,
the elegance of dreams romanticized.
When while this is my world tonight,
another dream will respond,
to carry me further beyond the realm
of who I am, and why I have become, I am.
I do wonder always about the quiet, the breeze –
the energy is delightful in my sweet autumn nighs