The Bird of Tranquility

Sitting at the window one starry night,
Upon the sleeping world do my eyes alight,
Then; in the still air do I hear its majestic wings,
Brush the moonlit clearing; I can feel it on my skin,
The Bird of Tranquility
Settled over me that starry night.

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I looked around me as I sat on the sill,
Never was everything so serene, so soft, so quiet, yet still,
I could hear all the sounds playing in symphony over invisible strings,
Nature stretched in slumber and the night stretched long,
In the starry night embedded in a velvety black,
The pinpricks of stars dotted the midnight, silent, singing sky, so dark,
And yet. I heard. I saw. And I sighed.

I heard; and I marvelled,
At the wind laughing, the water weeping,
The trees sighing, wind chimes tinkling,
I saw; dumbfounded,
The vapors floating, air fresh,
Moonlight seeping, lights twinkling,
Tales lingering, vacant ground, in my back garden do I feel, as if plunging in ice,
The world at peace, such longed peace,
There’s no fighting as the Bird’s in flight,
Bloodshed none, heightened hunger,
My heart’s thumping, blood coursing,
In my veins and, all the animals sleeping,
Animals. Melodious birds, chirping crickets. All asleep, this special night.
Peace. In the air. In the soil. In the waters.

Never was everything so serene, so soft, so quiet. And I sighed.

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Sitting at the window one starry night,
Upon the sleeping world do my eyes alight,
Then; in the still air do I hear its majestic wings,
Brush the moonlit clearing; I can feel it on my skin,
The Bird of Tranquility

Settled over me that starry night,
And I fell asleep with its lullaby rocking me through all night.

All through that starry night, as I sat on the window sill,
I heard it. I saw it. I felt it. And I smiled.

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