Solemn Tranquility
Listen. Listen. Can you hear
the wind, rushing through those trees there?
Doesn't it just calm your soul?
And beckon you to come on home.
But I cannot, my heart is tied
down to what time's made mine:
To the mountains, to the heat,
forever my joy to repeat.
But if I were to let it go,
and you inside my breast to grow,
I would discover hidden delight,
one that comes at evening's last light.
So I drink in what I can for now
and soak in the sunlight under your boughs.
I think, I ponder, I hope, I pray.
The future, the moment, of yesterday.
What shall happen when that time comes
when I must return to where I've come from?
I shall remember thy sweet breeze
that created serene melody.
And wish for time for my return
Until I come again, to learn.
Michael West
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