Tranquility

Over the threaded ocean 

And beneath the beams of time 

The silken foam of fear 

And the washing idol depressions

Desist

Just for a moment 

In this calm and tranquil bay

Where the glow of the moon 

Rests like a tired piano player 

Her weary, glowing hand across the still waters 

What it is to rest;

What it is to be still in the solace of the self 

In the absence of stars 

Holding nothing 

Nothing 

But the notes of harmony-passed in our ears

And the resting moonlight in our eyes