"Solace in the Quiet"

Rest in clouds, tired to think, Wrong choices made, to the brink. Too loud thoughts to sleep, they seep, Into the night, where dreams we keep. Too empty to feel, a vacant heart, Fake but beautiful, a delicate art. Sad but true, the tears they fall, Too near but too far, the distance calls. Yet in this turmoil, beauty lies, In every truth, in every guise. Rest in clouds, let the mind unwind, For in the quiet, solace we find.