Serenity be ye more than a thought?
In conflicted days,
To find peace that is sought?
A light airy haze,
Where sparkling joy is wrought?
Joy be ye more than a laugh or a smile?
In soft happy lines,
Stretching forth in long miles,
Passing memory signs?
Belief fills bloods’ vials.
Joy-serene ye can be more than these dreams.
Believe the journey,
Is more than what it seems.
Past holds no guide key,
To life-roads your soul deems.
K. Aldaya, 2/28/05
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://persolaise.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-chypre-when-its-at-home.html
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