Beneath
There beneath the hum and drone
Of tablet, computer, watch, and phone
Lies quiet a place of peace and stillness
A place of rest, Where I am guileless
It is somewhere I long to be
A place of quiet reverie
Without the din of idle words
Where no one’s voice becomes a sword
Amid the fragrance of the trees
And the pleasant buzz of bumble bees
I remember now that this is home
This pleasant idyll where I’m alone
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Boy, I know this desire. And this place. Thanks for sharing this!
especially love “where I am guileless” and “the din of idle words”
Beautiful! The lines “lace of quiet reverie / Without the din of idle words” especially caught my attention.