Placid Strength
October 2, 2009
Nose Island By: P A U L B I D D L E
By: Magnolia
Now I get it, statuesque yet coiled;
My mind it ziggz and zaggz,
Past things that never existed.
Forward into an abyss of delight and madness.
Dancing through the air, my spirit swings past the mist of sorrow.
Walking through the crunching leaves I leave behind tomorrow.
The rushing breeze of bristled leaves and the growing groan of the pale moon reaches down and clears the sea.
Empty, my mind, adrift, no more, but resting upon the delicate shore,
Has found a place no more perplexed not asleep, nor awake but at last at rest.
