If I could just quiet my bustling mind
For a moment that takes me out of time
A primordial silence intertwined
With primeval movements and soul consigned
Were I to be in the ancient of days
Feel the first air, taste the sea spray
Be the first one to allow my gaze
To fall on a mountain’s shadow and shade
There I would be alone and free
And while I might have a thirst for thee
Your waters do quench my heart’s malady
But the ancient of days was ne’er made for me
Yet ever I crave its wondrous peace
December Rose 
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