The Sorcerer of Tranquility

Fifteen years,
fifteen
long,
dragging years
It took,
and is still taking
to appreciate,
to understand
Only a fragment of this seductive and
opaque feeling.
**To What sentimental value 
Do we obtain,
do we aspire
From searching for these treasures
that not even the most 
brilliant lovers
could find.
With diamonds dabbed
upon the ocean of our canvas,
You sit along, gazing,
searching,
wishing to find
The Heaven
of the world
we named
The Night Sky.
Yet you cannot comprehend the feeling.
When I sit alone,
I realize
I am not rused -
But I want what I cannot have:
this feeling the one we all long to know.
I want to capture it,
Seal it tight in a jar,
and inhale its magic.
I want it to race to my toes,
and tingle every section
of everything bone
Surrounding my spine.
Soon enough,
I start to believe:
Believe that it is possible
that this feeling is out there -
Lost,
Looking for an owner
so courageous,
who is and posseses such empowering love.
Here, I am able to open that jar,
taste that feeling,
and indulge in that
sweet Serenity.

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