Ancient of Days

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


Photo by Lynda B on Unsplash

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