Those halcyon days peace in the still gentle night with you
Calm in the Winter prosperity Kingfishers on a sea of blue,
Each word a star a stone passion that nests us in our waves
Safe in a fragile rest upon me sacred moves inside me laves
That quiet in the storms of life where life can breathe again,
A small bright hope, you settled on the surface of ever been
Amid trouble, luminous waters of a soul lie in your smooth
Just enough for meaning to land slides inside softest groove
Silent anticipation churns a wish into a well a piece of peace
That rare you between wars, waiting on a shore, let go cease
Standing on a shore, an invisible thought, she touches down
Brooding all a life in me riding beauty filled us in the sound.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 8:19 AM UTC
Those halcyon days peace in the still gentle night with you
Calm in the Winter prosperity Kingfishers on a sea of blue,
Each word a star a stone passion that nests us in our waves
Safe in a fragile rest upon me sacred moves inside me laves
That quiet in the storms of life where life can breathe again,
A small bright hope, you settled on the surface of ever been
Amid trouble, luminous waters of a soul lie in your smooth
Just enough for meaning to land slides inside softest groove
Silent anticipation churns a wish into a well a piece of peace
That rare you between wars, waiting on a shore, let go cease
Standing on a shore, an invisible thought, she touches down
Brooding all a life in me riding beauty filled us in the sound.
It is on those halycon days when the kinfisher moments ease us home after a penultimate crash followed by waves of silence so deep in the thoughts of you that I turn a little sadly and walk aways in a dawn of a shining you.
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