What Calms Me

There are those sceneries, people, and actions that naturally appease my mind when things go wrong, or when life seem so frightening. And in the end, I’ll tell to myself that no matter what, the beauty of nature remains there for us all to appreciate existence.

Windy full moon night. Palma. I love night gazing.
What Calms Me 

The scenery of Little birds fledling
And of heightened waves gliding
The sounds of winds during a tempest
And of creatures going on a quest -
They abate my heart on a windy day

The little children playing
Of their little eyes shimmering
At the least object that falls
And of the tree that's so tall -
They abate my heart on a windy day

Of lonesome journeying couples
With peculiar allure, who mumble
Of secrets that I wanna hear, and
About how they became to each other so dear -
They abate my heart on a windy day

Of the one who passionately sings
And of the other one who paints things
While another writes a poem a story
The immortal artist's work that frees -
They abate my heart on a windy day

Of the hands that compose
And those that dance close,
Passionately, breathlessly, heavenly
And of all souls that make a city -
They abate my heart on a windy day.


By Eiravel

I live somewhere in the South West of the Island of Mauritius. I am a mother, a spouse, a great life enthusiast. I love writing fiction, poems, and blog; I love listening to music, watch movies, read good books; also, love the sublime and the strange; and I am also interested in all types and forms of art that pleases my mind. I've even self-published a science-fiction book (Darcocyte), and I aspire to make a living through my writings.

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