It’s a chilly quiet
With past estranged.
Relinquished dreams and sprinkled shadows,
Scrutinize this infinite night.
Duplicated slumber it disappoints,
These aesthetic hollow dreams.
She grants a cynic smile,
Enjoys their baffled dismay.
She separated herself long ago,
With motives so sincere.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“It is the wonderful paradox . . . that the best way to achieve happiness for oneself is to give happiness to others.”
(David Michie, The Dalai Lama’s Cat. Hay House, 2012)