Inner World
Healing to the heart when one holds the sacred
Restful to the soul when one in light returns to be bathed
Far from the tribulations and wars of the world repeated
An inner space with no name, where the wolves are far and tame
A place where one can go with no other restriction
Without a sense of pride or extreme resolution
Somewhere without a notion of time and any another dimension
Elicited by music or solitude, a dance in suspension
Perhaps not many know of such a space to hold and see
Or they do when with a shared meal or the morning coffee
If only we could remember this time when the soul is free
To be at rest, as if in a Spring noon under an evergreen tree
With the light reaching through the branches, an ethereal sea
Michael Aquilina 05.08.2023