Today has come and gone and yet I saw---not haste in time;

I heard---not speed of life or felt the rushing of my mind;               

I clung---not to the minutes ticking slowly by and by;

Nor looked beyond that moment when my heart felt nature’s sigh;

I sought---not sleep . . . yet sleep sought me, in moments when my mind was free;

And though I know---not why I feel...this day I’ll call tranquility.

To feel the life abound by life, and sense no signs of death;

And sense the essence of the life . . . in nature’s cooling breath;

I sway within her sweet caress . . . and tremble as she passes near;

Then slip so deep in---to her arms...as a baby—to mother’s care

I dream no dreams, nor seek the peace—of peace which en---gulfs me,

but yet I find so peaceful a dream...in this day I’ll call...tranquility.

Hours pass . . . in this my day, but I know---not the time;

For what is time with mind at rest, and life around sublime;

Or what is time where thought is not, and whispers go unheard;

And darkness is as bright as day and silence . . . the spoken word.

Now soaking in this presence . . . while present in this space;

I gaze upon an image . . .

 of life I can’t replace;

But dwell, I shall---not . . .

in this cast of solemn subtlety;

Which beckons a threat, to this day . . . I’ll call tranquility;

I’ll drift not deeper, nor lengthen my stay;

For peace is the moment . . . and tranquil the way.

Oh calm and quiet day of mine . . . leave-me-not;

For I am but a shell of times long gone;

The years have all but left me as an empty lot;

And I have found no solace yet re-born

TRANQUILITY...TRANQUILITY

Come grace my soul but for another day;

For I have sought you out in many-a-time and place;

And given you a path to lead the way;

Now sit thee for a time that I may learn your pace...

tranquility...tranquility...tranquility...

Blessed were I to gaze on such as thee . . . TRANQUILITY!