Desire

I want to live in a house where silence reigns, 

to hear the echo of sounds drifting in from the yard. 

To live like the beautiful tales written on the pages of a book,

to love like Juliet,

and to be able to die with her.

He will come in the evening, open the door,

we'll talk simply.

Our desires are the same, don't we all long for peace.

Reviews

[Relic]

I lived with depressive thoughts for years because of noise inside and outside my home. Now I live in peace and want to keep it that way. I like your take on this.

[Mari Chubinidze]

Thank you!

[Dave W.]

I really liked this, silence is so sweet, silence out side and in, just to have noise and thoughts cease. Thank you for sharing.

[Mari Chubinidze]

Thank you!

[Twilight]

"To live like the beautiful tales written on the pages of a book", indeed. If only it was easy for us to live, with that simplicity; free from the world's numerous turmoils; both globally and what impacts upon our daily lives.? When human societies had far fewer people, and mainly lived in sparsely populated areas; that peaceful tranquility would have seemed more or less the norm. "The echo of sounds drifting in from the yard", might sound mundane to some people; but yield the security of a predictive domestic serenity for others.? Spacing between the lines, is a simple technique; which helps induce a reader to focus more upon individual words. And, the words in this poem ring true for me; particularly in the sense that I can relate to them. Take care, and keep talking through your writing...

[Mari Chubinidze]

Thanks Twilight!