I feel so safe in his arms that even if the world crumbled in pieces, i would be the only survivor.

I sought for serenity in countless ways;
Then I found quietude in her,
And she became my fountain of tranquillity.

It is said that time heals all wounds
But as I stare at yet another lonely moon
One whole orbit around the sun has passed
And I still miss you

There’s no stitches in the world
Strong enough to seal
The gaping hole left in your absence
Nothing can remedy the loss I still feel

My heart still aches for only you
I’ve tried to move on
But I’ve yet to find someone
That makes me feel anything close to what you do

I loved you more than I could admit
But I was too afraid to let you in
You tried for months but you had to move on
And I don’t blame you one bit

Our love was lost before it even had the chance to be found
We had so much potential but the fear in my head drowned you out
We drifted in an ocean of all the words we were too afraid to speak
And so our love remains an abandoned ship, lost at sea


~serene destiny

The glen where felled men slept
Where the creek’s deep bed trembled, reeled
Where the green ferns, restless, crept
Where the breezes blew, flew, wheeled
Where the trees, the sweet elms wept
Where the gentle red wrens nested
Where the elks, when freed, then stepped
Where the fleet, serene deer rested
Where the scented bells were kept
Where the jeweled, fresh dew met green
The glen where felled men slept,
Where men were never seen

My hands over handles and the studded upholstery
Reflective and cold as the strangers come close to me

Swaying like passengers stood on a boat
I'm fleetingly heartened by the accents I know

Picking them out of the bullying crowds
We're hurrying past unfamiliar towns

The streetcorners, bridges and shops that they know
Serenely suffused by a summery glow

The picturesque places they lazily go,
like postcards or paintings delivered back home

I'm rolling on by their entire other lives
Their lot on my mind and to them unbeknownst

Like a rousing of wind which as suddenly goes
For a moment we had almost been close

What unspoken grief
Have you hid in your depths?
What reply do you seek
That, you visit the shore
as a recurrent wave, incessantly?

What is it that you look for?
Bowing down your mighty self
To a shallow wave that wets my feet
And the sand underneath

You roar in fulsome furore
Yet grieve in silence
I cannot fathom
The depth of thy grief-
You are borne out of your own tears

Fine rain falls onto the reflection pool,
tiny ripples bouncing off each other,
transient touch.
Mist hangs on the mountains,
shrouds peaks.
A bell tolled out,
reverberating purity,
find peace in obscurity.