Dark depths beneath a smooth surface,
Castaway thoughts, evasive and coy,
break against my expectant lips;
this moment of refuge hides joy.

Casting a glance past the threshold,
where all my dreams have found employ,
constrained within an earthen iris,
this moment of refuge hides joy.

The symphony of everything
silenced now to a quiet decoy,
muted in the choir of nothing,
this moment of refuge hides joy.