Ambience

Amid the terraces in thought

wandered in idle rote response,

where rarely they sky unfurls serenity’s scroll

and time is reluctantly spent

in the steady pace of stress stained senses,

who repeatedly the mind seeks

the billowy ambience of peace

to regularly glide on a soar so readily

charmed by the wisps of tranquility

quietly able to close eyes

and see that airy realm so restfully alluring.

 

It is the sanguine vision in bliss,

the regularly embraced flight

above the land so reproachfully burden,

a precious petition exhaled as a whimsy’s wish

for a time sublime in soft, soothing

caresses of spellbound rhyme,

enriched in the lofty reality

that is righteously layered in noble ideals,

which so rightfully are imagines

as the perils of humanity

so craved as what is wanted to be felt

among the paths that are followed.

 

And for a breath in release

whatever rudely ruins the silence

fades in its clamor

while wings of the mind

float beyond each chaotic clash.