In The Quiet of Reality
I spoke of this lifestyle,
a free state of mind,
brought upon my heart by the lush wood,
the certain flavor of natural tones
in a sunlit meadow,
we create our own.
I once began to wonder how long,
the summer might last,
before the pangs of autumn and a distant chill
took upon itself,
a need to emphasize sweet faith,
the ability to ride the crest of surreal storms.
In recent days, I do recall,
the beauty of her elegance,
a certainty in genuine love,
the sort we dream about,
when looking through the trees,
on a sunlit afternoon.