Found In Peace
Delicate love, on the tips of ice cycles
Dripping down on the earth of spring
Delicate green sprouts on the edge of life
The beginning of something so true
Beyond the simple minds of men
There is a place we all wish to show
Our hearts for those to see what we are
So fragile on the cusps of lost time
Tomorrow is the rest of this world
And “I” is nothing but dust
The dust of stars and breath of angels
Youth and pleasure find their jars
But true love is in the meadows
In the grass beneath our feet
And in the clouds in the sky
In the warm hands of others
A mirror of ourselves, on the water
A soul’s embrace can last a lifetime
But a block of promise is eternal
In the hands of sunshine;
I have never been so true
Copyright © Slight Buckling | Year Posted 2009
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