Silence, Sleep And Serenity Poem by John Lyday

Quiet is the brightest sense,
stimulating our cognition,
prime conductor of maxim's grace,
devoid of all restrictions.

Confined by actions of pretense,
mankind's secular scripture,
trembles in cosmos' trace,
solitude's silent sister.

Attitudes derive their dense
pleasures as they listen,
touching all that they embrace,
embarking on earth's mission.

Beliefs deny innate offense,
surrender when they trigger
basic greed from inner space
and circling reconfigure.

Dreams are bastions that defend
the lucid lure of sanity.
Our quiet attitudes and beliefs
are imagination's vanity.

11/27/09