It’s in the quiet moments we lose ourselves
In the gaps between the somethings
Filtered through the cracks in our souls
Age is beauty in wholeness
Grasping for the last few drops
Of nascent blood in ancient soul
World seen true in century's time
Worth its weight in old
A golden autumn breeze
Cools the battered bones
And through the overstory
a w a y
and
up
Carries us up
It’s in the quiet moments we conquer ourselves
We make amends with past
And with it find glory in misery
Dreams are never what they used to be
It’s in the quiet moments we deny ourselves
Who are you to contend with fate?
A helpless romantic in rose starlight
Or a soul lost at sea, forever a horizon’s pace from the shore of tomorrow
Or the sleepless oracle of time never come
Or a poet in wolf’s clothing?
The one who hears learns a thousand things
And the one who listens lives a thousand lives
It’s in the quiet moments we become ourselves
To believe in oneself is to believe in Tomorrow
And in Tomorrow’s light we are reborn
Reborn to the
pitter
patter
melody of the heart
To the
pitter
patter
drumbeat of raindrops on leaves
To the
pitter
patter
innocence of footprints on sand
It’s in the quiet moments we listen
To our truest selves
To the ever-present voice
To those we hold close
And drift off to sleep