He sat proudly
Above her
Honored to have his hands on her shoulders
She sat smiling
At his feet
Confident her heart was in his care
His pride, her smile
His hands, her heart
His care, her shoulders
I needed a photo, so I looked again
And shuttered my eyes
Their peace, my peace
A great deal of peace
The Western sunset offered
But lunch, what of lunch
How clear are the stars
and how sweet the cool, crisp air
by your piece of peace?
In aching places
Would that we find peace as deep
And a smile as wide
I understand the search
The take-aim at the unknown for the purpose of purpose and peace
Back up to the moment when it slipped from our skin and we continued along, with barely a downward glance
Feel from afar that moment we made the choice
To compromise
To acquiesce
To call our own another’s yes
And be resolved
That unless there’s silk or cinnamon involved
To never slip again
They wish to drink peace
And are connecting the dots
We’d best feed them well
This another day
Of wandering, wondering
Knowing I can’t know
Each day filled with peace
and freedom from fear, if not
filled with sweet quiet.
I the voice do speak
Sing quietly Move my feet
You the heart shall see
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