When Peace Replaces Chaos
What means to an end
when adversity muddles the mind
other than cleansing all thoughts
and wiping away the buzzing we find.
No more roller coasters,
no slamming on breaks
just ironing wrinkles;
whatever calm takes.
The sound of the ocean;
medicinal tool
that gives us a rhythm
when we’re just off the mark,
gives us that pause
which we sometimes forget
for we drive but we seldom do park.
Take a deep breath
for the shallows are muddy;
clarity comes from a level of depth.
The voices are silenced
by a heart that’s in tune
by living in May
than be hoping for June.
Blinddream 05/2012


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