Picture Perfect

I am in this quiet place
It is where I want to be

I have desire for no more excitement
Than to feel the suns rays pierce
The window panes, and fall
Warmly onto my lap

Through your photographs I saw that
Other kind of drama, the turbulence
Of raw passion, the emotion, as
The storm clouds gathered

We are in these quiet places
It is where we want to be

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Disassemble

I will find my own place of quietness
That I may both think, and daydream
Space without silence, and yet space
Free of the noise of subjugation

The uneven walk alongside
The wild side of the hedgerow
A wander on the vague path
Through the adjoining pastures

Taking the mantle of the flaneur
Who, with keen observation, might
Allow all of our intrinsic machinery
To whirl altogether more smoothly

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Visuals

Fallen leaves
Laid out at random
On the early morning
Frosted garden

A dry stone wall
Gives adequate protection
From the sparkling white light
Of a peaceful meditation

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Ludovico Shares Our Room

A piano plays
A light shines
We are happy together
We are happy also
When we are apart

A radiator warms
A curtain closes
We are as happy as ever
We are as happy
As we were at the start

Time passes by
Time moves on
We ought not to say never
Or put the horse
Before the cart

Darkness comes
Illumination fades
I don’t want to write clever
Neither to be the dartboard
For the penetrating dart

Inside the mind
Of our well-being
Isn’t it always, and forever
Unlike that swinging
Pendulum that is the heart

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05:45

In this quiet room
In this still cocoon
In this place
Where my mind can zoom
I think of you

In this early hour
In this idle power
In this space
With time enough to flower
I think of you

In this artificial light
In this lux way too bright
In this haven
With no desire at all to fight
I think of you

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