My thoughts, they tend to wander

But circle back, to points of wonder 

Where silence was wide awake and

Soothing, gently took our hand 

And reminded us where we stand 

In the scheme of things in pestilence 

Of how Turbulence wants in desperation

To return to its source of separation 

And feel calm again , silent and at ease 

A feeling of gently floating in the breeze.