Calming Gaze

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My young tired eyes
Have seen the light,
Both of the days
And of the nights.

They now gaze
With empty longing,
For simple times
Of calmer thronging.

A lively pace of
Life’s tranquil days,
Not congested or crazed,
But elegant in pace.

To calm it down to a drudge now,
And enjoy the somber light all around.

An amorphous world within my sight,
A tepid rain
At dazzling heights.

 

I Want

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I want to go play golf and I want to take a swim,
And I want to cook all-out after I soundly sleep in.

I want to drive around on a scenic static weekend,
Gaze all over up and down at the secular scenery,
Hop out the car at a park of nature’s maker’s mark
And go to singing shouting loving all the leaves and trees.

As I run all about around now in joyful merriment
I snatch your hand and I don’t let go of it,
Until you look me back, tell me that you’ll stay in this,
For this moment is all we have now to try not to miss.