Are you still around, quiet mind?
Or have you gone with the candle light
Away with the trumpets glory and polish
Where the hot season gives to the immortal fountain
And refreshes the anguish of wave and oar
Are you still around, quiet mind?
Or have you buried yourself below the difference
Deep within the marshes of no one knows
Where I can only miss you
With suspicion and woe
Are you still around, quiet mind?
Or have you fled with the disturbed
Awakening apart from the bliss once written
Twice dreamed about with the warmth of a love withheld
Leaving behind the shell of my yearnings
Are you still around, quiet mind?
Or have you passed with the seasons
Fading alongside the running laughter
Frame by frame forgetting the modest sorrow
That hangs and dries underneath my window pane
Are you still around, quiet mind?
Or have you drifted breathlessly away with the currents
There, below the emerald and blue
Lost to the echoes of ache and faded moon
Where I can only miss you…
Roadside manner
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