Serenity Poem by David Taylor

Serenity so sublime
surpassing more exciting times.
Serenity in a passing dream
that is not always what it seems.
A time when we feel at home
no matter where, with who, alone.
Serenity not often found
as we go around and round
but always waiting in the wings
when stillness fills our intellect
and not all those things
that take the mind and heart
to places so very far apart.
Serenity not to be confused
with acquiring what we want to use
no never far away
but covered by the noise
of what we do and think and say.