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)