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A creamsicle moon frosts the twilight treetops somewhere in the distance . . .
a dark and serene sky, the canvas
I need a sliver of this star-filled tranquility for thousands of reasons
and my soul sleeps
It’s at the corners of Solace and Hope
that I realize the Boulevard of Dreams is gridlocked, my mind cries out for home
searching desperately for an avenue out . . .
and my snow-covered soul sleeps on
A dying creamsicle moon gives birth to the ever-reddening dawn
and somewhere a candle flickers, a baby cries and
an already fragile world offers up a ray of hope that shines on my soul,
still fast asleep
but searching for that elusive sliver of tranquility
and a reason to finally believe . . .
that’s beautiful
I get this as clear as that night sky itself. I was in a mood like this a few days back and wanted to write it down. The words wouldn’t flow. Guess it was a moment for experiencing only. It’s beautiful Michael and now I don’t have to write it down anymore. I’ll just drop by here.
….Wow, absolutely beautiful, Michael!
If you locate the sliver of tranquility, please let me know!
Happy December!!!!
That couldn’t have been written any more perfectly.
Nice, real nice.
I am completely speechless.
In the best way possible, but nonetheless, speechless.
“I need a sliver of this star-filled tranquility for thousands of reasons
and my soul sleeps”
This whole piece blew me away. And that line has to be one of the most beautiful that I’ve read in a while.
I was there, I tasted it, I felt it. My soul is now resting, sleeping soundly under the wet, heavy snow, piling up over me.
Much love, peace and tranquililty to you today and every day….and always creamsicles.
~ RS ~
Man, someone as witty as you is not supposed to be that damn smooth. Gotta say, you never cease to surprise me.
Fantastic piece – very well done.