The stillness of a deafening calm
Crucified thoughts of what has been
Velvet thoughts of what’s to be
Misplaced silence of serenity
Too many thoughts
Too many feelings
Thunder claps strolling through jagged skies
Rolling with random destiny
Darkness of a well lit gloom
Voices reaching from a veiled loft
Preaching what should have been
Cultivating what will be
Compulsive thoughts of where to go
Impulsive thoughts of what to do
Invasive thoughts of fields sown
Convulsive thoughts subtly moan
Frantic patience seeks a soul
Sedated sense of where to be
Quiet spirits of serenity
Soothing, coaching, guiding
Crooked talons grasp golden thrones
The piercing gaze of a focused life
- Ron Dowd
10/18/2010
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