Finishing the Game

Resting days encircling of friends, Peace gives a closing protection. Charity seems to keep no charge of wrong, Only listening ears that breathe silent in reading Of heartbeat dance. Friendship's breath, Carrying wind to cast all trouble to the endless nowhere. How do I finish what was started in me? Inner wall of safekeeping, Walking the ground secured playmate of poets. "Tag!!!" From within, "You are all it!" In Poetry Soup- But, Is the game really over? Or just journeying on to love ones, Outside our globe-sphere world of poetic? P.S. Follow up to "Friends" And "Hansen! Yer It!!"