in quiet solitude,
reflections of our own mind
cast upon the shadowed still lake of entropy.
loosing ourselves in silent pauses between the storms
that would crash waves upon the shore.
moments that provide a mirror
to see ourselves in the truth
of whom we really are.
a quiet peace between the chaos,
when our heart speaks a passion
that dare not be muffled by the noise of the world,
serving to us a beacon
like a lighthouse on the distant horizon,
keeping us on course
and guiding us ever toward our dreams.
Posted in #SeptemberScrawls - Day 25