Horded with thoughts that needed a settled home I once did walk down to a slice of earth in search of tranquility The roads I paced through led me to the lagoon. In its water was seen the replica of my heart, allured ~ How pensive, how serene, how somber! At the parting hour of the sun at its harbor Weary of the voyage through the open sky My eyes across its silent banks trailed far and wide. How richly glinted the briny deep’s breast Reflecting the sky, tinged with dusk’s hues. The west glowed like a dilated sun. Soon the sun was below the horizon. As the evening darkness gathered round the crimson west The wind was breathing soft, in the supernal air. The red gleam of the vault of heaven blenched into pink Summer’s noontide fieriness dimmed as the shadow veiled The unearthly placidness of twilight crept furtively down As the harbinger of night, at length, arose. The sky-creepers were black against the pastel sky And the roads I had paced thru’ stood out against the dark meadows. Dark was the region, sparing the flakes of the scintillation in the curving waves Fashioned by the crescent glow that above me shimmered. The lagoon, the corniche ~ truly a place of utter wilderness and peace.
