Only in the accentuate nature of time
does our desire wander
beyond the moment
inside a quiet solitude
filled with untapped emotions
the imagination in design.
Keep busy, occupy the word
so it filters through the air
like a serenade
lost in the luxury of time,
our lives
measured in the distance.
The matter of a busy mind
holds no real peace of mind.
In the wonder of a lost soul
would we understand
if while the world
continues in silent
bliss
might lives intersect
as a cloudless morning
would suggest wonder
