The silent bell doth ring at end of day,
A sound so dark, and yet so light I hear,
As my false wish to work does fade away,
And inspiration sweet doth now draw near.
A slight concoction puts my mind at ease,
I end my work, and in my solace find
A true respite from all this world, a peace,
The silent hour, Kingdom of the Mind.
A newer urge, to write, my deep thought brings,
A sweetness lies within my pencil’s lead
A beautiful escape from mindless things
The truest self dictates inside my head.
And soon, in sweeter silence will I sleep,
‘Til then I relish contemplation deep.
© Jerusalemrising
Written March 27, 2006
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