The maelstrom of the day has passed
The turbulence, the noise,
Yet, in its wake, can still be found
Some small semblance of poise.
My thoughts spin down, the silence grows
The tempest starts to fray;
The last small fear slips through the mist
And slowly fades away.
There is no sound except my heart,
There is no thought, no light.
And only stillness stirs the room,
A breath upon the night.
Tomorrow it will start again,
For this is just the eye,
But here and now I have some peace.
Tomorrow’s by and by.
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