Paths of Serene

Ghosts of whim's lament
swallowed by winds of forgiveness,
inhaling them slowly and calmly
beyond the dawns
still burning with regret's fires.

Slipping inside the comforter
muffling the echoes of sobs,
eyes are reborn with vision of acceptance
seeing the scars and each stumbling
as learning's odyssey
instead failure's footsteps.

Traveling the inward journey to the mirror
seeing beauty regardless of the face.

Opening the door leading
to the sanctuary within
having embraced the key
that was lost in esteem's labyrinth.

Melody of surrender
floats its lilting layers into the soul,
descending beneath the chaos
which jackals of self -recrimination howl,
reclining upon a harmony's hammock
swaying gently, falling farther
from each bedeviling spook of concern,
till in the deep, rich tranquility
the only sound left to hear
is the precious bliss of being alone
and not hating the companionship.