A Poet's Inspiration

“Leave thou of this reminiscent despair, One of which thy happiness seems drear. Leave thou too of this unpayable fare, For it shall take you of everything dear.” I look to the sky once more, under the cool breeze of the wind which hymns a string of thoughts endlessly through my ears. An endless cycle if I may say, I sit under the leafless mulberry tree with pen and paper in my hand. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the sound of screaming and neverending tantrum, I let it be my sweet silence. Here is where I find peace, where my mind prospers. With my pen and paper, no such obstacle can lead me to such trepidation. It’s Tuesday evening and I’d finished all of my ‘work’. Tired, I repose. And here, I lay myself with all these thoughts. Ephemeral, but I’m satisfied. Happy!