Calm Quiet Morning

Written on a gloomy morning, in Office for Savi

The morning remains as pleasant

and has quietly slipped to noon

the surly morning light

a reflection of her gloom

souls seek solace in hopeful light

a ray of brilliant sunshine pierces

the now painfully sober sky

white, brilliant, un-restrained,

cutting through illusury serenity

A chaotic world violently toils

to get unleashed into mad frenzy