Tranqility

A dimmed room filled with a cause.
Lightly lifted spirits moved freely about.
It's quiet.
It's calm...
A trickle of sweat moves down your face.
Yeah,
It tastes like bitter salt.
You move gently and calmly.
An ocean breeze is heard.
It dances across your ears like music.
Like a known and familiar song.
It moves your atmosphere... a swayyyy.

You turn your head.
A spirit moves.
It moves from your vision a dark shadow.
It drums a beat of tradition.
A tradition of welcome and peace.
You close your eyes.
Listen...
The beating.
The silence.
The movement.
The ocean.
All at a rythmn equal to own.
A one melody that is to you.
Lifting of thoughts... burdens.

You want to move.
Want to see... but you can't.
Your body wills you not to move.
Stablebleble... peacecece... a hushshsh....