The sweetest drips of pure calm sneak into the day as it fades to the night
Darkness smudging the marred edges. Dreams and quiet thoughts now unfolding
As the days troubles and worries have tired themselves out, leaving the mind at peace
The soul at rest.
I can remember scenes which seem impossible.
Feelings and sensations.
That now shine alien in some way, but treasured deeply.
Some speak to how people used to be. Me. Them.
These memories of reaction and intention are so full of simple happiness
Like there is a hidden rail, on which we ride as we travel.
Sometimes in step and other times at odds.
All going to the same place.
I just feel really good.
