They were the quiet times
At one with oneself
A paintbrush
Or an oil pastel
Music on the stereo
Thoughts on love
Now to be replicated
Almost
With a pencil
Or a computer keyboard
Music on the stereo
Thoughts on what might have been
Settling for the peaceful
If somewhat mundane
No rowing on the lake
Or stumbling down the dunes
Music on the stereo
Thoughts on how life is
