Journey to Tranquility©

As I nestle into the seat of my
Far from new mode of transport
I steel myself for the journey ahead
In my mind I plan out the route for this day

I'm sure bumper to bumper was invented here
There will be that slow crawl up the parkway
This will turn into the raceway as we hit the expressway
Where I let her go

Road rage is the new adage
So one must be aware not to stare or glare
This gauntlet must be run to arrive alive
Success here brings relief as we turn,

Turn onto a highway of only two lanes
Gains can be made here though watch for deer
Home after home turns into farm land
As the lights of the city disappear

Another left, then one more with pavement
Becomes gravel for many a mile
Don’t go too far there it is on the right
A smile appears as it comes into sight

The scurry of a fox across the driveway
The chirp of birds as you exit the car
The smell of a lake and its shore
You are at the cottage and tranquility galore

It is worth the drive every time.

Andreas Simic©

Blue, the color of the skies,
Blue, the color of the ocean,
Blue, the color of tranquility,
Blue, the color of creativity,
Oh, infinite Blue, I was looking for you
Oh, infinite Blue, where are you when i need you
Oh, infinite Blue, color my white canvas
Oh, infinite Blue, to keep away my black heart
That's why I love you, my colored pen Blue

I am not afraid of what I can be
I am afraid of what you could be without me

I held you back, because I felt you needed me
But in reality you were always free to be who you wanted to be
What scared me the most was knowing that You would be ok without me

She has this place where she goes
  when she needs to be all alone.
        She calls it her place,
a place where the hurts of the world
       quiet down and fade away.
                                                
A place of beauty, where her fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain she feels
in colors bright and cheery.

It’s a place of peace, where the fears
        of her heart slow and still…
  A place of calm, where the oceans
       of emotions lay at her feet
            and weep no more.

It’s a place where she can breathe,
where she feels sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of her canopy of shade… It’s her place.

                  She went to her place…..
                     ……she visits very often...

Fog.

An obscure mist, blocking the view.
What will become of me, him, her, you?

Opaque and unsettling the future has become.

Curiosity peaks and settles happily under thumb.

While I insist on crushing its bones and pressing its blood.

I know only one thing is sure amidst this vague tedium...

Whatever comes to pass or why...

I will embrace it, chest to chest, eye to eye.

I will make love to it, heart to heart, thigh to thigh.

I will remember it.

Should misfortune befall me.

I will smile.

Fearing not long periods of turmoil.

If anything, misery makes me shine brighter.

It encourages me to laugh.

Fate is fate.

Why fight her?