Calm nights accompanied by slow healing.
Split seconds of eternity run on by.
Guitar by the burning fire.
Songs of yesterday.
And songs just now written by the fire and me.

Songs of the quiet world.
And the screaming stars above.
They currently cannot outshine the moon.
Which adds a silver glowing ambience only empyreans could paint.

I'm at peace.
I have let all the storms pass on by.
And await the new oncoming ones.
I begin to pocket the stolen time.