Peace

Exhausted,
I turn towards the pleasures
shunned by the masses.
Listening to blues in green
confronted by thoughts repressed
Stumbling upon a feeling
I once left in the past.
Amidst cloudy weather,
a drop of solace.
The scene is foggy,
as is the mind which sees.
The pond becomes still,
as if untouched for decades.
Is this what the curious seek?