I was thinking

  I was thinking of a moment
when my silence it was golden
and the thought of conversation
was effecting my emotion
 
I sat counting messages
yet to be returned
as the voices would embellish
the ideas that came to mind
 
It wasn’t til the avenue
and pathway I was walking
brought a certainty of solace
to my quiet disposition
 
only then it seemed to follow
a philosophy – a concept
that whomever I’d become
would construe a simple pleasure
 
yet from valley to the mountain
from the mountain to the valley
I could see a supple situ
of a thought yet to behold
 
holding it would justify
a common absolution
and make but one exception
to a calm and tempered soul
 
why a supple situ
one may ask with reason
does it ever or for always
render thoughtfulness surreal
 
from pathways that stay open
to a maze remaining closed
one may never need to bellow
to believe in what is told
 
foretelling is a virtue
many rarely seem to follow
for belief in always ever
sums up a stronger faith
 
a faith in what can be
and what may never seem to rise
whilst knowing absolution
is life’s blessing of surprise

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