Tranquility by Charles M HarrisonAll I see within my sight
disappears in the gloom of night.
All that is inside my head
are only dreams of someone dead.
All that I am or appear to be
floats like dreams away from me.
All the things my soul do'th do
seems to be the works of a mortal fool.
All the things my heart do'th feel
flow from a wound like blood so real.
All that is inside of me
is only the search for, tranquillity.
Charles M. Harrison 10/01/1988 Posted on 02/04/2003 Copyright © 2024 Charles M Harrison
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