Tranquility

Tranquility

in reluctance to the search from within
 the vase jar still hangs by the window sill
 there are voices in my head no whispering
 a very faint sound of selfish fervor

 inside we hide behind four walls
 alone again in the vanquished torment
 Tranquility
 a house by an ocean sound with quaint colors

 the vested remnants of a porch swing hung outside in patio
 traffic outside the hallway with squeals of children laughing
 memories of salt in the air from the brisk breeze
 a tree would often loom basking in the sway

 the inner pendulum of silence etched inside
 to gaze on the outside with inner tranquility
 to bask in the vast breeze would quench my thirst
 I'll record these moments on pen with paper

 whispers...
 a very faint cry of sadness
 one may evoke fear from its madness
 Illumination

 angelic fervor with a residue of sweet honey
 the fervent cry of birds in sequence
 a diseased tree just making it past Autumn
 life is made up with moments alone in time

 Sublime
 a call to tranquility,
 to light the inner spark of what we need to know
 Calling from the realm of passion released to intertwine

 A challenge to be free is a question of time