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A vacant peace



I sit in silence and hear every rain drop

Every whistle of the wind

I see the majestic clouds dominate

The clear blue sky

Like the most elegant vapors

In the fall I watch the warm leaves

Descend gracefully

Sometimes I walk by myself

Through the sea of orange and crimson

Part them with my feet like Moses

Food is cooking and smells good

Nothing like a home cooked meal

On and brisk fall Monday

The heat from the vent embraces me

My hot meal is awaiting me

Roaming through my place

Pajamas and robe

Cozy and I get inspired by the quiet

Maybe I'll write a song

Maybe I'll paint a picture

It's so easy for you to talk to me lord

When I'm listening

So many priceless subtleties are missing

Lost in my bustling fast pace metropolis

Now I dwell in an abode on outskirts

Out Of my own wants, now I have what I need

Sad out here detached, but still blessed

Birds sing lullabies

I even notice the grass sway

Amazing what I hear

When my mind is clear

Don't have any vices so I deal with my fears

Every now and then that spirit appears

Whispering regret in my ear

It stares at me every night

Rejection you've been here a long time

It's time to go

Confidence has been dormant, a burn that's slow

But here I am in my empty paradise

Nothing to do but think, but the view is nice

I know if I would've stayed in that city longer

I could've paid a much larger price

This tranquil environment just could've save my life

One day when I'm ready I look at those skyscrapers again

One day this utopia don't have to end

A new beginning, is that first blanket of snow

I won't be able to share this scene with anyone

Not until I let her go....





Coldaugust © 2006