Vacation time is full of dreams and of wishes
of quiet listening to pine branch swishes…
Bees and beetles, cacophony of crickets …
Wild beasts in the brush and the lush green thickets.
Rest and peace; soul-solace at last.
Just a blink.
It vanished too fast.
Time. Who knows you? Where do you go?
Though I need you, you seem my foe.
My soul can drink the song of the bird; sounds of Forrest, I have never heard.
But ticking so loudly and beating so clear
The sound of the clock and my heart I do hear.
Dreams. Wishes. Must you really wait?
Invisible soul; dormant state?
Quiet listening; clear blue thought,
Elusive joys, may you be taught?
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