14 March 2013
Sparked, and burning, a misty blue haze
Accompanying moods as I drift through the days
Lingering dreams cast a veil on my sight
As I lean back and stare through my murky worlds light
The ashtray's full and the coffees grown cold
Eyes closed, reminisce of the stories I've told
Broad brushstrokes on paper, some short and some wide
From artist to reader with nothing to hide
This moment of peace is a moment to treasure
Only end of the day will equal its pleasure
For now, charge my hand with blue flamed fingertips
And I'll gaze through the fog at the passing ships
Ink be my master, page be the stage
Whisperingly soft, unbelievable rage
Half an hours silence so rare, hard to find
Peace shatters, words scatter, just a piece of my mind...
Peace In My Mind • Opuss № I