Quiet

Nights

There’s a place I can trace.
Where thoughts are caught between
living in a quieter world
that’s not seen on a screen.

Quiet nights and delights
I find my thoughts can seep.
into sequestered hideaways
A river, broad and deep.

Where my mind is satisfied
far from the rat race
and ideas are magnified
As I move to a new place.

Feelings I’ve had hidden
can emerge from the haze
into an area that is mine
Where moments turn to days.

I keep my mind sequestered
where no one else has been
a place I feel peaceful
In another scene.

And drink the magic moments.
often visualised
a fortune rare as diamonds
I am changed and crystallised.

Pieces of the past transform
and autumn turns to gold
in a world sequestered
A place out of the cold.

Where happiness is harnessed
far from the push and shove
an experiential feeling
The precious gift of love.

©

David Rudder
2022

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