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Sitting on the train
In a country not my own
Riding to another city
Casablanca
It’s known for its intrigue
Mystery
History
A famous movie
My husband at my side
As we ride
Listening to the sounds
As we move along
Looking at the scenery
It changes as we go
More greenery north
Some seagulls fly by
We will be close to the sea
The car is quiet
People on their phones
Or sleeping
The rhythm is
Hypnotic
Coaxing sleep
Peaceful
In many ways
It’s no different
Than any other place
With trains
Finally we arrive
Seeking a taxi
To take us to our destination
Once we are done
The mission completed
We will head back
On another train
Happy we finished
Resting as we travel
Tired
But peaceful
The inspiration is gone
Flew like a flash somewhere
The muse has left

The poet is sleeping

Darkness has replaced light
Heaviness is  in the spirit
As I struggle with my thoughts
As I struggle with my feelings
I am stopped cold
I feel lost

The poet is sleeping

The muse has left
No more sounds of sweet music
No more inspirational thoughts
No more magical dreams
I lost my purpose

The poet is sleeping
I am searching for the light
I am searching for my friend
Inspiration

I hope to find it soon
I miss it
Comfort

Comfortable places are wonderful
They feel good to be around
They are calming
They can also energize us

Comfortable places ground us
when we are not centered
They can inspire and lift us

They are some of our most precious
jewels in life
When feeling out of sorts seek
one out and let it soothe you

Believe
I will love you
I will care about you
I will think about you
I will see you in my dreams

No matter what

I will miss you
I will need you
I will treasure you
I will stand by you

No matter what

I will love you
I will care about you
I will remember you
I will keep you in my heart

I will see you in my dreams
No matter what
Gray skies greet me
Quiet streets almost empty
People sitting at cafes huddled together because of the coolness

Cool Sunday morning
Last day of the weekend
People enjoying the moment before the start of another week

Cool Sunday morning
Gray dark skies outside
Wet cool air to the touch
Breath almost visible
Like a fine mist
Rain falling sometimes gently
Sometimes harder
Terrace being cleaned by the water
Plants getting needed nourishment
Turning a brighter green
Sky being cleansed anew
The city being bathed and refreshed
A calm cloud hovers
Quiet and peaceful
As the rain continues to fall
Ever so gently
Rainy day
Searching for peace
The special essence
of tranquility
Looking for harmony
At a time of upset
in the world
Hoping for a moment
of pure stillness
Where mind and body
rest
Is there such a thing?
These days there’s such
tumult
Everything moves quickly
No time to stop
Yet for me
Peace
Would be a piece of
Heaven
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