Samarkand

Here a moment of respite,

Amongst cushion and rug and bustling bookcase

Ensconced, settled, soothed deeply

A luscious decadent light.

The baroque drama of a life

Explored and failed and tried again

Kept at bay, left at the door

And instead calm, peace.

A peace that carries through to bliss

A sensuous, serpentine meandering yawn

The builds to a roar of joy and

Fills every piece of the world.