After all the clamour,
Dark, stifling days with grim faces,
Jostling voices spouting emptiness-
There is here. Tranquil light.
Privacy. Safety. Calm
Sighing of waves. Pure Colour.
Time: to meet one’s self .
Anybody could come through that door.
Or nobody. Perhaps?
This place. In my head heart soul.
Where I write.
© Tom Tide 2016