The first.

Here's one of the first philosophical poems written by me. 

deep inside that soul
rests a sweet melody,
of quiet murmurs
and golden silence..

over time, it's sheath
torn by endless voices
and noises..

Of people talking nineteen to a dozen,
headaches astir...

where is the inner peace?
thou shall find it,
not on a hike to a land forgotten, but,
resting
in that soul..
A sweet melody,
of quiet murmers and
golden silence...