Quietude

Neither in the morning, nor in the night,

I find tranquility in the twilight.

Neither in victory, nor in crush,

I find tranquility in the rush.

Neither on land, nor in the heavens,

I find tranquility in the horizons.

Neither many, nor none,

I find tranquility in some.

Neither in silence, nor in decibels,

I find tranquility in the whispers.

Neither awake, nor asleep,

I find tranquility in a lucid dream.

Neither in gorgeousness, nor in unsightliness,

I find tranquility in the modest flaws.

Neither in black, nor in white,

I find tranquility in grey light.

Neither sunny, nor sodden,

I find tranquility in the autumn.

Neither inside, nor outside,

I find tranquility at my doorstep.

Neither a friend, nor a foe,

I find tranquility in you.

Hiraeth

There is wrong and then there is right;

I fight it with all my might,

But the perplexity is all too irresolvable:

Cannot be undone even by the most able.

It’s amusing how life brought me here,

Couldn’t ever guess it was taking me there –

Only stillness lies where.

Screech, O’ heart, there is no one to hear.

There was hope and then came the tears,

There was glee and then came the fears,

There was light and then came the dark;

None failed to leave their mark.

Some slashed the veins, some just the skin,

Nonetheless, the sting was akin.

Cherishing it like a treasure,

I’m trying to turn it to pleasure.

My judgment is clouded

And what lies ahead is shrouded.

There is not a path I can take,

Each will cut me deep.

There is nothing to see;

Nothing but nebulous lines.

But I will keep going,

Because that is where my fate lies.