Peace In the Night
When will the rain fall warm
on cold feet;
that have tracked muddy trails
to places I've only dreamed.
When will the wind blow softer
notes; remind me that peace
isn't a lonely cough
...but a calming melody.
When will the sun rise,
and not burn tired eyes?
I reach into a shattering sky,
and pull down what I can not see.
The last memory,
of what could be.
I find hope when the sky turns,
afraid to give it my back;
always looking up
...toward the only brilliance I still know.
Glistening mystery;
how fondly I wonder
about all that space,
quiet and eternal.
Somewhere,
there is peace.
Somewhere this dust
can settle,
and be at rest in the sight of something new.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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