Peace
soft snow
silencing
the land
in a blanket
of calm
a whispered
song, precious
and unheard
like the light
on our faces,
unnoticed,
unseen,
until we listen
outside
ourselves
until we look
to the sky.
Peace
soft snow
silencing
the land
in a blanket
of calm
a whispered
song, precious
and unheard
like the light
on our faces,
unnoticed,
unseen,
until we listen
outside
ourselves
until we look
to the sky.
The rose
of the early
grace of sunrise,
the bud
that breaks
through the
surface
of the earth,
before it
ever knows
rain,
let us be
in those
moments
of unthreatened
peace.
You ripple
soft blue
black wings
a manta ray
curling under
clear salty
ocean
I feel the thin
wake of your
gliding
bringing beauty
to the cry
of my pinched
heart
I want to follow
the curve
of your wings
that great glide
deep through
green
black
even
sightless
depths
I keep your
shadow light
form
in view
as I dive
the wake
of my heart
rippling
I descend
in search
of your silent
peace