The Mediation

 

The Meditation

It’s one that is rendered
Upon the eve of the night
I look up within the stars
And there is silence
I see those stars
And then walk back in
All the lights are place out
There is a calm nothing
Of a peaceful order
It’s a serene time
That of the calm
Across the bridge
One can hear the trains
From a distance so far
The echoes of time
Service the value
Of a full day
Soon I shall be to sleep
And wake to the morning’s sunrise
Yet for now it’s that of my own
And the calm of nothing
Sooths the soul
As the day has come to and end
Cities never sleep
But within a town as such
By now most lights are off
Yet tomorrow shall come
With the rise of the sun
Till then soul s are soothed
Within that calm of nothing full

~jgs~