the hammock swings
long shadows tell
summer sunlight
ending soft
harsh rays tempered
by dying light
as cooling night
greets the sun
i feel the weave
each thread unique
gently cradled
where work ceased
the creak of pins
like distant strings
tell of a world
where hope reigns
i'm lying still
this summer eve
with eyes half closed
in thoughts of peace
beyond the gate
a world awaits
a clamouring throng
held at bay
i only hear
the distant roar
like waves of foam
crashing on sand
i rock and rock
each movement sweet
i'm staying here
alone at rest
my true heartbeat
be still and know
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