Eyes close and minds clear
Old time is frozen in new fear
Sweet serenity joins in spree
With lips of honey
and the smell of lime trees

The fog has lifted and faded away
And the mind is awoken by the light of midday
The poet wishes for nothing more
but to sit and enjoy the stone cold floor

No comfort of distraction
to distract his mind from action
Only his pen is rightful upon the bricks
he finds true rest on his frigid fix

Solace surrounds the thinker
who's mind slides free
and rhymes go linger