No Peace

In the waning moments of silence
I bask
with the utter joy of naught
distractions off to sleep
just coffee and my thought
 
Clouds drift aloft
the music playing soft
swirls of bliss still steam
just me and not a thing
 
I hum with hemlock visions
of grandeur
where void is all that's left
a peace that can exist
and hate that is dismissed
 
What now my fire and fury
your passion's pulled away
long gone lay indiscretion
on such a winter's day