Silence of Joy
by Tim G. Young
Stretched white cloud adrift in blue
motionless as dew
silent as a cat
naked
Rough winds blow
then come and go
like a reflection
vanishes
My own life
like the edge of a knife
slices time
deep
In mines of pleasure
no wealth can measure
the silence of
joy
left behind.
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There's a bittersweet tinge here. Sweet. *
"In mines of pleasure
no wealth can measure
the silence of
joy
left behind." ***
Thanks so much Charlotte and Tara.
I'm glad to have this one.
Good stuff.
Thanks, Sheldon. Much appreciated.