Despite the rush of traffic,
The busy bustling to and fro,
--There is a quiet here...
Dandelions lurk within easy reach
Water and sky merge, as one mirrors the other
--And all of it seems mine, alone...
No need for busy thoughts,
Or restless ambitions
--Time, for the moment, stands still...
Memories linger on
"I remember" fills every page I write
And the spaces between the lines
Are wide enough, and deep enough
To hold the universe...
For beauty suffers not
The confinement of a thought
Nor the limitations of my pen...
